Raindrops tap windows
Gusts rattling the dried leaves
Autumnal cold rain
The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves.
Category: Poetry
A Morning Meditation
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
An evening walk
As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber
Fears
A strange fear of mine
To vanish into time’s mists
Forgotten notebooks
A Friday evening haiku for my knee
Though no injury
Knee pain, stiffness and soreness
Ibuprofen saves
Internet Weirdness
So full of weirdness
The internet is awesome
Life in the future
Wednesday, traveling at high speed: A Haiku
Wednesday had gone past
So very much has been done
Longing for the trees
Awakened, now returning to sleep
Awakened briefly
Activity around me
Now, again, silence
Monday’s Mania: A Haiku
Monday’s mania
Subdued by evening calmness
Autumn night’s stillness
Frenetic days:
I’m not fond of them.
Such is life.
Respond, work,
Move along.
Violence Bets Violence
A message from the bishop of my Synod in response to the recent horror in Las Vegas :
Violence begets violence.
Peace begets peace!
We must be about peace.
+ Bishop Kirby Unti
I found this a perfectly poetical statement, and a powerful part of his email introducing this letter.