The last day of poetry month and my observance of it through a haiku a day. I love the practice. The mindfulness. I feel bittersweet. Even more so because I visited my high school in Springfield, Massachusetts. Except it is …

Even though there are endless to do lists to get out of town, I love that moment of leaving when everything is stretched out before me. The promise of adventure. Nothing has happened. It is all about to begin.

tomorrow …

Coming back from the prison tonight, this happened…

jagged lightening bolts
slice the night; hail crashes down
weather in Texas

When I walked by these iris in the morning, they were tightly closed. By noon, they were sprung open. It seemed like a message.

spring jots us a note
open, you fool, open up
life is so short. love

Today is the day I shut the windows, turn on the air conditioning and try to remember the good things about summer.

steamy sultry hot
not a hip swinging human
go outside you’ll see

The month of haikus is nearly up. A month of noticing the little things that buoy us, brighten our days, make us more delicate inside.

soft petaled sunshine
born of light water air dirt
simple grace I think

Ahh the spring sky…

blue sky peeking through
promise of rain or sunshine
change is the constant

Tonight I was invited to a Seder. It is a beautiful tradition in which we remember what came before and what freedom means. And then we eat and talk and drink and be free.

candles are lighted
friends gathered and …

Today’s haiku is brought to you by the rain.

splatter splat trickle
hiss drip drop pitter pat pat
sounds outside my door