Now that I am home
laughter lines are deepening,
frown line fade away.
Tag: haiku
This I Understand
The world rushes by
every crisis jockeying
for my attention.
The clock claps its hands
to get my attention and
scoot me out the door.
Everyone has plans
that require my presence
except for the moose.
Outside my window
a moose browses willow buds.
This I understand.
Phoenix Without Fire
I will shed my skin
wiggle, slip, kick, and it’s gone
as I slide away.
I will dream it first,
deathless reincarnation,
not me, but still me.
I will rise from ash,
stretch newly fledged wings, and fly.
Phoenix without fire.
The Next Ice Age
There’s always a chance
it will never stop snowing.
We won’t know till spring.
Do ice ages start
with winters that seem too long?
Did the mammoths know?
One day, at breakfast,
they froze, grass still in their mouths
ice cubes in mid munch.
Next millennia
we may thaw out from icebergs
toast still in our mouths.
#343
Fine Lines
Fine lines can be strong,
as spider webs are to flies,
as dreams are to us.
As dreams are to us
so are flies to the spider
spinning his fine lines.
Spinning his fine lines,
sometimes fate leaves a back door
unlocked, unguarded.
Unlocked, unguarded,
we want to slip the leash but
fine lines can be strong.
#335
Time for Tea
The kettle grumbles
before it shrills its warning
That it’s time for tea.
Cups clink together,
Chivying for position
Oh, it’s time for tea.
Teapot steeps and dreams
a quiet, gentle brewing
Yes, it’s time for tea.
Teapot tips and pours,
turns clinking into clunking.
Soon it will be tea.
Spoon giggles, chases
milk and sugar round the cup.
Now, it’s tea. Yes now.
#333
Ice
Ice crackles and pops
‘neath the tires of the car.
Nature’s bubble wrap.
#318
Dream
I woke to bird song
and thought it was still summer
Thank you for the dream.
#310
Surface Tension
Your aura contracts
and pain skates across your face
like a water bug.
#308
Me vs Things I Can’t Change
The things I can’t change
fly to greet me from the screen;
daring me to care.
And so we wrestle.
Me versus things I can’t change,
in futile deadlock.
The difference is,
although I can’t change the things,
the things can change me.
#291
Linda Studley 