sometimes a small bloom
from a broken, displaced plant
is all a day needs

even its roots wait
patiently in their soil
basking in the sun

sometimes a small bloom
from a broken, displaced plant
is all a day needs
even its roots wait
patiently in their soil
basking in the sun
even when we lose
he has won his only chance
to be part of this
ski season is done.
we’ll have to make do with yards
full of happiness.
our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)
sometimes the night's lights
are only in the sunset
(not the soccer game)
a few last baskets
waiting for that hidden spring
only found in youth
dyeing our spring eggs
(her childhood reaches fall)
empty nest beckons
spring break adventures:
walking two dogs, badminton.
so exciting, right?
the cat disagrees.
scared halfway up a light pole,
she scratched her way down.
it’s not all hardship.
rarely will this boy smile.
yet, for weightlifting.
after last night’s work
stealing him from our soft bed
the kitty soothes him
i’ll write a haiku
as bright as spring Christmas lights
just for you, for you.