A Daily Haiku

I speak so many words

But there is no one to hear me

They have moved on

Wonder

Everyone has that one city, that one street

The place you can go that you know every 

Building, and stone and shopkeeper and eatery

Where walking is a comfort and easy as can be

Yet those same roads and people and stores

Still hold surprises. still show you that the new

Is not only possible but is present every day

That your eyes still see with the wonder 

Of exploration and the glee of something found

Every moment and conversation with you, explained

Slow Mornings

Bring back those perfect, slow mornings

A stillness to the environment rivaling

An ancient church, devoid of human activity

Nothing on the agenda but your legs in my lap

Soft skin on my fingertips, lightly touching

Seeing your radiant smile play across your face

As you catch me looking at you, breath caught

Up in my chest while my heart dances and sings

Those languorous, languid, and lazy mornings that

Make the coffee taste better and fill me with bliss

To linger, to tarry and simply bask in the slow morning

These Days

There's always a smile on my face now

Sometimes you can see it but sometimes

It's hidden away and only for myself 

Sometimes it's displayed wide and big 

Full of laughter and mirth and happiness

Sometimes tucked away where only I know

It's there, maybe stealthily displayed for you

At times a memory I want to share with others 

And other times it's a memory that's just for us 

Your hand on my arm gently tracing, Your lips on mine  

The way you hold your body close to me barely touching 

The way you smile, the way your eyes sparkle in the moment

The smile is always there but sometimes it's just for us

Crystals

Infinite possibilities swirl around me

The icy crystals of windblown snow

On a flat and frigid North Dakota road

A veritable kaleidoscope of white

Yet, containing every hue known

Stepping out and letting the flakes land

On the tip of my tongue, open to

Whatever possibility is contains