Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Over the holidays
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Category Archives: seasons
On a cold winter’s night
Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.
San Diego
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
Depression
Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.
Snow blind
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Hint of spring
Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
Cold snap
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
Rain
Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Stiff spring breeze
Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Early daffodils
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
a haiku a day 