Haiku 2.1.20

Stillness, receive me
Here, and hold my fear, my care.
Hear my plea, my prayer.

Haiku 12.31.19

Bow down to bowed nights.
Brave days of towering need.
Cede the Sower seed.

Pen, write me right here.
Bells, take me from eye to ear.
Dawn, blaze through my fear.

Cold coiled serpent
Thrives on heat my heart creates.
O my love, heal me.

Fog. Ice. Dark blue night.
Bogged heart, mooned mind: fine, true. Still—
Flip, turn, start anew.

Cold dawn. Bryce makes snow.
Down strong black coffee, then go.
Lend me strength, old friend.

Friend: stay near graced nights
We stayed true to pain and need,
Bared torn hearts — chained, freed.

Endure, my dear friend
Let bare fields wipe your brow clear
Such nights bear my hand

Lord, help me to die
to myself, afraid to die,
that thy Word might live.

Spring will sprout today.
Will leap out my open mouth.
No doubt can stop it.