Indian Summer Haiku

I wrote these Haiku in May 2006. It never ceases to amaze me how the angle of the sun, the smell of the air and the bittersweet fall of summer into autumn into winter always brings me back to that time. My darkest days. The breaking of the world. And beginnings.

Night swimming
sandy salty skin

nestle into warm strong arms

until breakfast kiss.

Winter apart
cold nights warm with dreams

now a chance for men to rest

together apart.

Chris
winter sun bring home

my beautiful traveler

his shoes by my bed.

Pizza night
eyes of sleepy kids

kitchen tables full of kneading

in my heart flowers.