moss hanging like beards
by a mysterious lake
oars gently gliding

dropping out of sight
many months without a word
the telephone rings

darkness hides the light
from seekers looking for truth
one must persevere

an autumn wind
blows golden leaves
across life's path

Waking up to bright sunshine and clear blue skies the gray dreariness of the past several days is now banished and though the air is still cool and crisp, the creamy Narcissus and hot pink Hyacinth remind me that spring is ready to show her beautiful face.

spring sunshine
dresses up hyacinths
in colors of hot pink

winter storm
brings howling winds
sleepless night

sunlight shining
through winter clouds
illumines the way

Writer's Island

WI prompt...fork in the road or crossroads.

My haiku...

winter rains
blinding my way
at a crossroad

snowflakes
quietly falling
each one unique

sound of raindrops
falling from the roof
plays a lullaby

earth has grown cold
in the winter of our love
it will warm once again

confused
cranes circle
the shiny roof

Over The Horizon

Prompt for Writer's Island: Over The Horizon

over the horizon
a blue norther
comes

Lost Friendship

cold and standing
by the wood heater
still feeling chilled

Father's Gone Hunting

As a child I always looked forward to my father going deer hunting because it meant that I'd get to sleep with my Mom. There were four of us children but I was the lucky one who was given the honor of sleeping with Mama. She said she liked sleeping with me because I kept still when I slept and I was the best goochier [her term for cuddling]. When we would get into bed she'd say, "scoot over here, honey and let's goochie up." She would wrap her arms around me and I could feel her smell my hair and sigh. There was no better feeling in the world to my little girl's heart.

cold winter night
wrapped in
warmth and love

December day
snow covers the walk
feeling lost

Adventures In Meditaton

Feeling pensive when I wake I decide to go out and meditate in the chill morning air. I build a fire in my chiminea and sit in the lotus position on my swing. The warmth from the chiminea is soothing me as I close my eyes, take a deep breath and start to relax. "Ommmmmmm...ow, ow, ow, ouch!" I look down and see my orange kitten's teeth latched onto my thumb drawing blood. Dozer, my 60 lb. bulldog hears my yelp of pain and decides he wants in my lap along with the kitten. The kitten gets scared and wraps her paws around my neck and is unwilling to let go as Dozer tries to lick me in the face. Ugh!

Sighing, no longer in the mood to meditate, I wonder if Maharishi Mahesh Yogi ever had these problems?

warmth radiating
from a fire pit
inner peace

Belonging

cold outside
there is warmth within
from belonging