twenty seventh stone

the moon
painting such vivid shadows -
who knew?

twentyfourth stone

shaping words
the clay takes a form
all its own

twenty second stone

thoughts
of skipping stones
in this deep freeze

twentieth stone

I tell them first
before they have a chance to ask
no, I don't do it for money
this little bit of my soul
I've written and shared with the world

sixteenth stone

thirteenth stone

A gift from a friend. I look for the poets I am most fond of and read their haiku first. Can I be the only one?

eleventh stone

all day
nothing but gray
surrounding me
but for the conversations of strangers
and their colorful vocabulary

tenth stone

I was reminded tonight of a special group of friends and how much they mean to me. Ever since I began writing and sharing my short-forms poetry online this group of international writers has been supportive and encouraging, not only to me but to the group as a whole. When I went through open heart surgery 14 months ago I could physically feel the love and good vibes coming from around the globe. Now, today, when I am feeling tired and old and empty-headed and storm weary they are here again to encourage me. If I had magic powers I would gather them all in a great hall and throw a party!

sixth stone

their loss
so much greater than my own …
yet this winter rain

fifth stone

silent
and empty
this winter day

fourth stone

afternoon nap...
the warmth in the small
of these four walls

third stone

small joys ...
a dozen crystal beads
in the mail

second stone

post holiday ...
finally
a chance to breathe

first stone

reassigning
my expectations...
first sunrise

Close to Haiku ... a look back at my 2012