we returned the shoes
she bought to dance in after
her last treatment

Image: TerriC–Pixabay
we returned the shoes
she bought to dance in after
her last treatment
Image: TerriC–Pixabay
widow wanders
all the trails they once loved
aching feet
cleaning her closet
the woman finds a moth
airing her linens
oh, that silly kitten
curled up asleep
on my rising dough
(Yes, this did happen years ago. Sitting in a warm place, the dough must have felt soft and inviting — at least it was covered with a clean cloth. Cats can fall asleep anywhere!)
a mother plants corn
her baby on her back
the future in her hands
pretty ladies dancing
in dark satin dresses
smoke-filled speak-easy
Naomi’s husband
and her two sons dead—such heartache
but Ruth loved her
she tastes in her sorrow
the salt spray of the sea
that swallowed her dreams
Looking-Out-My-Window Haiku #2
strange car in our drive
oh, but I’ve forgotten
the accident
My husband had an impromptu meeting with a semi a week ago on an icy winter road. Thankfully he emerged unscathed but our car, sort of sideswiped, was seriously dimpled after. Our dear children have lent us their van until the affair is settled, but we may be going car shopping this week. Alas! Absent-minded, I keep expecting to see our little blue Elantra parked there.
cook seasons the soup
her starched apron hanging limp
as the herbs she adds
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(Summery thoughts on a cold November day)