The Darker Nights
call for sitting close
one hand on a flashlight
one hand on you
we cannot see
as far as the owl
but we look together
This was inspired by a #WrittenRiver prompt. I do love being married. On the hard days, in the hard moments, I have a hand to hold and I know that he will not let go.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
from Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard By Thomas Gray
Since this month is often filled with Halloween themes, I thought I would share a few quotes on death. I also prefer to post quotes that you may have not read before.
blood maples are
the first to change their leaves
drive home from the doctor
So I know that I have shared a bunch of micropoetry lately, and I have only been sharing 1 haiku a week. To thank you for your patience, I am going to share haiku for a week. I will post 1 haiku every day this week along with a quote on Friday. This blog is mostly meant to be a haiku blog, but since I often fail at writing haiku the way you are supposed to write them, I like to share other stuff too. I will go back to sharing my micropoetry/small stone poems next week.
Westward the land lay empty. Behind them the rising sun threw their long shadows before them across the wind-rippled grass. They were shadows not soon to fade from these virgin lands, but they were to lie long upon the plain and the mountains, darkening the retreat of the Indian. -Louis L’Amour Westward the Tide
Louis L’Amour is an amazing writer. If you have not read any of his books you are missing out. Most of them are westerns but he wrote other stuff too, and the way he comments on people’s movements and actions is unique.
blind fingers grope
flowers on the sill fade
they could not find the sun
I have a group of haiku that was written about sick family members, or friends that had passed away. They are the most special to me, but I have trouble sharing them. I decided to share this one with you, but I am keeping the others to myself for a while.