Adjusting to Life's Changes with Hope… Through Poetry, Haiku, and Commentary
I have the breeze all
to myself and the neighbor’s
dog is curled up in the shade
I know he’s a smart dog
because he said that it is
even too hot to play chess
my stare said it all as I
told him I don’t play chess
he swatted the hot air and
didn’t miss a beat
you’re not that good at
checkers either
dog’s right
I’ve never been good at
dogs or playing games
or people now that I think
about it
my thoughts of you
are not like this
week of rain at
all which will stop
the rain is more
like the bug
floating
in my coffee not
long after my
first sip only a
mild temporary
irritant
my thoughts of you
transcend time and
space and will
always be loving
grateful
forever thoughts
It got dark at midday when
the first thunderstorm hit
and bright sun followed.
But not for long as the
fourth thunderstorm of the
day just passed over.
It is the start of hurricane
season so it is easy to
think of doom and gloom.
Will our new fence hold
this time?
Talking faith on a sunny
day is one thing but on a
day like today you hold
your breath and pray the
Lord will bring us, our
house, and fence through,
not to mention the swaying
trees and swinging power
lines. God is our provider
and refuge as the weather
becomes a true test of faith
with hope not far behind.
if this was a race
your smile skin voice and touch
would tie for first place
there are not enough
words in a haiku to show
how much I love you
as I sat outside
a gentle breeze
washed over me
reminding me of
God’s peace that
is with us during
our trials on this
another difficult
day but God is
with us in our
pain and sickness
even if it seems
to never let up
faith is our relief
reminding us that
He will never leave
us nor forsake us
another light breeze
of fresh hope swirled
past me as I sat on
the patio in the late
afternoon
I never tire of
watching the wind wind through the
trees or loving you
it has taken all
day for the sun to shine no
solace for her pain
a pain pill and a
patch may bring her some relief
lupus and faith fight
the air smells
so sweet
I don’t care
if it comes
from weeds or
flowers or
yesterday’s
showers
because
you mon amie
my love
my dear wife
are my joy
(if you pardon
the cliché)
come rain or
shine
just thinking she makes
each day a little sweeter
than the day before
I was sitting in the
high heat and silence
of this wonderfully
dull Saturday afternoon
when voices came
jumping over the fences
like wild horses
I’ll take that as a sign
that Summer is near
since all the
neighborhood small talk
has apparently moved
outside
like wild horses
