Haiku About Loss and Grief

THESE TINY FLOWERSUNKNOWN TO ME…IF ONLYYOU WERE HERE TO SAY.

MISSING PARTS OF MELIVE IN THE ABSENCE OF LEAVESBLOWING DOWN THE STREET

CANDLELIT FACES;GHOSTS TREADING THROUGH MUDDYDREAMS OF ANOTHER LIFE

HIGHWAY BUS –RAIN DAPPLING WINDOWSOBSCURING TEARS

SABOTAGE

CRISP SHADOWS UNTOLDLUCENT SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASSGHOSTS SIPHONING DREAMS

AGAIN AN AUNTAGAIN A MOURNER -SUCH PERFECT FINGERS

A CHANGEABLE WINDBENDING THE BARLEYHER DRYING TEARS

YARD VERSE #1

HOPELESS FEATHERWEIGHTSOFT BIRD, QUIET IN MY HANDA TINY STILL HEART

KINDNESS

KINDNESS LOSTREMEMBERSHALLOW GRAVE

MOURNING HAIKU

BUSHES BLOOM ANEWBUTTERFLIES APPEAR BUT SOMEBLACK MEN WILL STAY DEAD

TEARDROPS

YOUR LIPS QUIVERINGAS TEAR DROPS SILENTLY FALLIN THE SALTY SEA

OUTLINING DUSTON MY GRANDFATHER'S URNTHE PETRIFIED MOTH

SLATTER PARK CHANGEDFOREVER THE DAY THEY FOUNDTHE MISSING BLACK SWAN

TIDES

LONE SEAGULLFOLLOWS THE RECEDING TIDE‒WIDOW’S WALK

CONDUCTOR OF WARMTH.WINTER RAIN, TEARS ABSORBER.ONE-EYED TEDDY BEAR.

SNOWDROPS

SNOW ON EYELASHES--FROZEN BLUE FORGET-ME-NOTSMELT TO TEARS, STREAMING.

THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER

ABANDONED PLAYGROUNDSTHE SIDEWALKS LIE DESERTED.WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

FROM AN EMPTY CHAIR

MEMORIES OF YOUOF ME THEN, OF US FOREVER.ON THOSE GRAPHED PAGES, IN THAT BED.

CLOUD HALL READING GARDEN

THE WOUNDED BIG TREEPRESIDES AND PREVAILS OVERSTONE RIVER MINIONSFINALLY, THE RAINTHEN THE GREEN MOSS AND MARROWEATEN LIKE A SEEDTHE SORROW SHOOTS UPTHE CRACKED AND THIRSTY SOILRELIVES ITS LONG LOSSWITH OLD BITTER TEARSNOW WASHED AND SCENTED WITH SAGEA PURPLE HERE, THERE

FROSTED WINGS

A WINTER CHILL BLOWSUPON THE BARREN LANDSCAPESHIELDED BY A HANDTHE FACE OF AN ANGEL STRIPPEDBY THE FREEZING TOUCH OF LOSS

DECAY

THE LEAVES HAVE DIED. BRIGHTAS TEARS, THEY ESCAPE ONTHE STREAM’S CURRENT ASSWIFTLY AS THEY FIRST UNFURLEDIN SPRING, WHEN YOU WERE HERE.

RETURNING FROM WAR

RETURNING FROM WAR…THROUGH THE STORMNOT JUST THE WILLOWS WEEP

RECALL WHITE FEATHERS

RECALL WHITE FEATHERSBLOWN AGAINST BROKEN WINDOWSAT SUNSET, DEAD SWAN

A BROKEN VESSEL

A BROKEN VESSELVERY SAME VOID AS BEFORENOW UNFILLABLE

BONE FOREST

THE BIRDS MOURN THEIR LOSS,DARTING THROUGH A BONE FOREST,COLORS AMONG DEATH.

HAIKU FOR THE END OF SPRING

PETALS GLIDE TO EARTHLIKE WINGS WITHOUT A SWALLOWSHADOW AT SUNSET

HANDS TRACE NAMES OF DEAD,WITNESSES TO INFAMY --PEARL HARBOR IN FLAMES.

THE PILOT (GRANDPA)

TIN WINGS, CLOUD-FILLED DREAMS.NAVIGATING OVER, THROUGH…FOUND NOW IN BLUE SKIES.

NIGHT STORMS

UNDER THE SAME RAINYOUR HEART STILL BEATS IN MY EARYET SILENCE PREVAILS.

A SOMBER MOURNING

BABY SEAL PASSES,LAST BREATH STARING AT MOUNTAINS,SOMBER WAVES MOURNING.

IN DEFERENCE TO OUR MOTHER

AUTUMN’S DAYS DWINDLE.TREES ABLAZE IN EULOGY.BARE, THEIR MOURNING CLOTHES.