Saturdays

After they have fallen off of trees

leaves--

twisting,

born individually

writhing with new life,

walk barefoot, moving swift with the wind

to the ground.

She moved within her life

sweeping along, touching many.

Her color dusting the ground rubbing the feet of all that follow

She saw us

moving barefoot, swiftly with the wind

twisting

each of us moving closer to the ground

she painted us with her color.

We follow her with painted feet.

The Non Haiku

1.

I have fallen love,
for your whimsical spirit
and your happy touch.

2.

Would that I could run
free, open into your arms
I would feel sunrise

3.

In your arms I fall—
A stranger in paradise,
I’m lost there and left.

4.

I wish to see you,
tensed, hovering above me,

radiating bliss.

5.

You are beautiful,
Rain dropping into your mouth,
and over your tongue.

6.

The rain falls lightly
Caressing my lovers back
As he caresses

7.

Cover your mouth with
me, open, desirous,
longing for your taste.

8.

He said I was his
and finally freed my heart
from his luring grip

9.

Will this end badly,
Your sun setting on my heart,
tears blinding my eyes?

10.

After summer they,
undulating in the wind,
must fall to grow new.

Joy Drop

Joy
Drop

Even if…
I never see you,
or touch you again,
I will remember ever
You, my ethereal love
who caressed my heart,
and caused me joy
unbounded.