Life With Horace

poetry & essays


haiku for return of light with notes

morning light in eyes
beams peek past the window edge
a friend has returned

this morning the sun returned from its winter sojourn away from my window, continuing the slow dance from solstice to equinox, right to left. shining across the bed and into my eyes. a welcome thing in the pit of winter.

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haiku for Sunday with notes

winter morning’s dark
dogs wait blots against the rug
bach fugues dance softly

music and sunday mornings go hand in hand for me. the dogs are stretched out against the soft jewel tones of the old oriental rug on the dining room floor, in the soft lamplight of early morning. baroque music on the radio. coffee next!