Haiku

slow down!
the cool breeze
will catch up to you

briefly in the night-
a passing rain, to gentle
the world’s condition

mud rising
cool beneath my feet
this dapple-green day

while still her dead – or
sleeping – neighbors surround her,
a wild pink blooming

in this year
of no future
a greening spring

the lakeshore offers
the gift of a cool, stiff breeze
mixed with fresh spring grass

fourteen and free on
her two bright pink wheels; she leaves
springtime in her wake

fat robins sing
of a spring
we cannot share

the park’s solitude
all to myself
no mask required

resurrection moon:
its light splays through leafless limbs
to my shadowed heart

willows budding
just when there is
so much to weep for