Desire

I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.

Seasonal attire

Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.

Unachievable

Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.

Mid-day fix

I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.

Domesticated Eve

An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.

Gavotte

This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.

Can’t sleep 8

I must be up in
five hours. It’s like walking a
tightrope…or knife edge.

Porcelain serenity

Only quiet time
to read tea ceremony
book is in bathroom.

Cozy

The new furnace kicks
on, and I rise to the warmth
like yeast bread baking.

Haiku journal

My small gift to my
self – a few words at the end
of a busy day.