the scent of black tea.
memories of mother’s hugs
and loving warm hearths.
Haikus
enigmatic phobias
we who owe so much
to the magnificent few
we burned at the stake.
stuffy puffery
blinded opinion
not worth two ears listening.
world full of hot air.
muted soul
the brain is angry
whips the chariot body.
soul looks on silent.
harvest honeymoon
sow seeds all over.
hope for patch of fertile ground.
eating next harvest.
cold congratulations
white curtains are drawn.
humbled at winter’s wedding.
shaking the cold hands.