Signs Of Hope Spring: Haiku

The greening of old/
oak trees is a sign not just/
of Spring, but of hope.

On Being Cool: Rhyming Haiku

One time, someone cool/

told me I was cool. From then,/

to my shock, I am.

Think. Don’t be so quick/
to raise your hand to serve, cuz/
most really don’t care.

It’s impossible/

to break all the rules if none/

have been established.

Writing a haiku/
on Kobayashi Maru/
is hard. Done. I won.

The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.

The lonely, aching

Yearnings are returning. I’m/

past treading old paths.

This is the New Year:
A time i can choose to act,
be, and feel diff’rent.

What if, with the One’s
mirror gaze, we discover
we’re doing enough?

what more we could do?

Alone, burning fire,
I clear, clean, and cleanse the past;/
Wish for future growth.

When you’re defined by /
the worst deeds you ever did,/
change your tomorrows.