Haiku for every September day

Haiku for every September day

 

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Fall will be here soon

But when will we have parties

Pandemic summer

 

September 2

Deb at dawn, spirit

Spiritual direction

Call through morning mist

 

September 3

New tire, not flat

Sam even hand tightened nuts

Car drives like a dream

 

September 4

so many off days

for me that’s hard to handle

still, I look forward

 

September 5

can we take our time?

this heat won’t be here for long

life is winding down

 

Sunday, September 6, 2020

baby kitten Bandit

Marc, Myranda, Jared, me

Makes them so happy

 

September 7, Labor Day

Shades down, sleep, feel drugged

Pork butt, charcoal slow ‘n sear

First time with new stuff

 

September 8

Slow’n sear, drip pan …

Using charcoal to its best

Easy spin grill grate

 

September 9

three file cab’nets,

Hope Center’s free furniture

Chairs, tables for us

 

September 10

Fun to look around

Feels like we have a new house

Surfaces, storage

 

September 11

not quite twenty years

where were you, 2001?

remember, regret …

 

September 12

Stunning desks from Hope

With Laura’s truck, strength, and smarts

Then seafood, crab feast

 

Sunday, September 13

Mom is sweet these days

Always sitting in her chair

Forgets to worry

 

September 14

Month of Grace and Prayer

With three gals in St. Louis

Zoom four times a week

 

September 15

More time listening

Can I read, write, listen, pray?

God sets the balance

 

September 16

I can’t wait for fall

When marshmallows toast at night

Fire lights up the sky

 

September 17

Hayrack ride, kisses

Breath cold air and hold me close

Sing to high heaven

 

September 18

red night flames crackle

put on another big log

let’s sit here all night

 

September 19

I’m not cold when I

lay my head on your shoulder

and smell your warm skin

 

Sunday, September 20

Rest rest rest rest rest

Sleep, sit still, walk without words

Nothing but haiku

 

September 21

sometimes I get a

great notion to jump in the

dammed river and drown

 

September 22

last kiss of summer (8:30 am)

crickets, calling “be, here, now …”

yes! first kiss of fall (8:31 am)

 

September 23

Work with Marc today

I love our relationship

Father, son, and friends

 

September 24

trip into the light

fantastic, rest a moment,

trip back out again

 

September 25

wow, he knows dark poets!

Bukowski, Ginsburg … but they

stayed dark. Not you, dude

 

September 26

good sleep, eight hours

cool day, laid eight more red bricks

patience, level sand

 

Sunday, September 27

Ribeye steak with Mom

Made her some sweet lemonade

Tucked her into bed

 

September 28

Live here and Austin?

Snow birds with Miles and Jasper?

God can show us how

 

September 29

Look, see what we’ll miss

Polish on the furniture

Dust of thirty years

 

September 30

Don’t need my hair cut

But we’ll do it anyhow

Thank you Margaret