January | 2021 | Life With Horace

Haiku for a painted Saturday

waking up to snow
brushed on wide arm pine branches
doves waiting for sun

I search the winter sunset

for a sign

perched high enough

to see earth’s curve

the join of sun to inky space

almost seamless

as the night takes hold

and watch the red glow form

earth’s second crust again

a reliquary for

the day’s events

just as light returns
a minute feels like sunrise
the day waits for hope