“I used to be a mountain goat—I could climb mountains—indefatigable
but nowadays—I have been humbled by a thorn in my side…”

“The greatest miracle
we can unearth in our lives
is discovered in the shared hopes
of family and friends”

“a silence within silence begins to bloom

into an action of uncompromising courage…”

“friends splash kind ripples…”

“betwixt me and thee
lies dark’s coldest—bleak abyss…”

“as we wander along the glistening beaches of life
our weary footsteps imprint into sands of time…”

“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”

“I learned from my years…”

“ice
gently recedes
beneath warming climates…”

“pure—innocent children

making friends with bugs…”

“sunset’s last breath sighs

as time draws brief—wanted rest”

“there are times—I wish I could be small again
holding tight to azure dreams of an old friend
a mind—that once reliably waited on my voice
in dark partitions of my steely—spinning fears”

“an unkindness of dreary—obscure ravens

preach precariously upon my pitiful perch “

“I love to watch the leaves change
then tumble into grass-wrapped fingers
of vibrant but obscure autumn streams…”

“after sleepless vermillion nights
wring us into sweats of silent screams
we pray for any consoling therapist”

A Haiku on Getting Old…

(Hint—it’s better with a friend!)

“we are echoes of God’s gift

dwelling inside natural temples”

“I climb my speckled tomes of granite—yet

I have never been that good at emojis”

“peacemakers are artists of time
sculpting the present moment
as they brush over drab melancholy”

Photo and inspiration courtesy of my friend Rod Sorenson rcoakley.com

“we are a caboose—
dragged by a long
train of dear friends”