Slow Walk, Winter Night

For it was a chilly moment,

when while the sun began to set

I looked inside her eyes,

only to realize

hers would no longer shine

instead a sort of quiet resign.

~

Oh, we did smile many years ago,

and yet still

there seems this need of mine,

this tortured self fulfilling misery,

I must feel capable,

have some solace in knowing

I am not the loathsome man

I feel my internal self can be.

~

A slow walk on a wintry night,

to evaluate,

find my soul inside the crisp clear sky,

where dreams would happen

if only I might

know again the beauty of a starlit moment

holding fortune

holding fortune

in certain tender hands

a quiet peace of mind.


© Thom Amundsen 11/2020

While Anxiety Will Surge

Someone might remind kindness,

our soul may arise from the depths

of a shadowed past, preventing present

its opportunity to thrive

inside the worrisome reality of this pandemic,

our Covid moments, turn months into years,

stopping our normalcy,

creating a new reality,

one so often overlooked until suddenly today,

we do stand alone,

looking through our own shuttered windows,

a silent in the winds of a night with crisp winter

looming upon decency,

the ability to see through the forest

the quiet meadow where all of our lives,

were once spent holding one another,

and then there is today,

I watched the sunset tonight,

dog at my side

dog at my side

dog at my beck and call,

please stay by my side.


˙© Thom Amundsen 11/2020

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #665 (Sunset over the harbor)

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while wilderness winds

last remnants of sunlit sky

water glass welcome

~

a long gravel walk

road will stretch into the night

soul see sun streaked sky

~

wafting in harbor

night lights begin their sojourn

after dark we play

~

when today we cried

now watch evening shade appear

watch over our lives