Morning Meditation

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Lawn chair and bare feet
before the heat of sun's angle
sets the mind to self-interest.
A songbird's prediction.

two doves

warning from the pine
an afternoon thunder storm
mourning doves murmur

I previoully posted this May 6, 2006 on SUMMER HAIKU.

Rain That Day

(Inspired by a post by Maddy in Persisting Stars.)

Rain that day started half way to the park
warm before and always in your heart
we could have quickened step
rather we got wet
hand-in-hand and squishy, squeaky feet
could care less – the rain and now to please
your smile radiated from a curl streaked face
we stopped and still our hearts kept up the race
the kiss was wet, not only from the rain
summer in the year of our mid-teens
my first love, the rain was cold
chilled to bone
but warmed by kiss
the walk, the rain
two hearts
and one wet kiss.

bouquet

barefooted and pink
toddlers knock at the back door
dandelion fisted

(First published in Summer Haiku on May 13th.)

red glow

Cool morning. Afternoon sun. The dock.

vista on the lake
robin charms my view
from an unseen tree
also loving sun

inside soft eyelids

red glow

Mothers Day 2006

My brother sent this to me after her visit.
Mom by his azalea's. She loves flowers.

I wrote this one two years ago. Still, I can't love her like I feel I should--like she loves me. (I guess such love is for my daughters now.) When I call her today, and say, Happy Mother's Day!, she may say, It is? Even being with my brother celebrating the occasion, she won't remember why. Seems sad now. But it really isn't. Nothing negates a love lived fully. It's like money in the bank--still drawing interest. And she always remembers who I am.

At Your Breast

O Mother, at your breast
I first remember with my mouth and ear
Big, brown nipples, soft and heart beat on my cheek.
What nourishment you gave me!
And ever after
Every woman is a measure of your love.

O Mother, on your knee
I've seen the world through new eyes
By the song of your life
And the call of your smile's voice
See the bird. Touch the tree.
Read to me
And learned a measure of your love.

O Mother, at your side
Hand-in-hand. My first guide
Through baby steps and walking miles.
Early life a journey at your side
in memory of left turns right.
And then forgot
the first true measure of your love.

O Mothers Day has come and gone
some fifty times since I was born.
I've given you but small return on
The gift you've given me.
If I were judged as royalty
my worth could only be minute
by the measure of your love.

Here's today's haiku for Mom:

laundry day

against summer skies
silver maple quickens in breeze
she dances with shirts

My sister said it another way in Dance Lesson:












See also my other tributes to Mom in River-Tree Whispers.

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returns to her room
today's hope from rain last night
opens the letter
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Second Cousins

Daughter and cousin at family wedding.
Hadn't talked since grade school days.
























second cousins meet
sharing lives, loves, revealing
belly button rings