Rise

Not a word is said, Our Easter Sunday dinner When ghosts come to town

Not a word is said,
Our Easter Sunday dinner
When ghosts come to town

Insomnia

I could never sleep. We will be dead for so long Grandmother warned me.

I could never sleep.
We will be dead for so long
Grandmother warned me.

Early morning

A woodpecker drills My silent, cold house settles With hopes of April

A woodpecker drills
My silent, cold house settles
With hopes of April

Longing

Saying our goodbyes From the moment we first met How our lives go fast While I didn’t count You grew beyond my hand’s reach Just living does that We hold hands to sleep A howling wind topples trees We are dreaming still We live forever In memories and friendship You are always mine Every day … Continue reading “Longing”

Saying our goodbyes
From the moment we first met
How our lives go fast

While I didn’t count
You grew beyond my hand’s reach
Just living does that

We hold hands to sleep
A howling wind topples trees
We are dreaming still

We live forever
In memories and friendship
You are always mine

Every day my heart
Carves a path to memory
You come in again

 

Skiing with Arthritis

Not content to watch. My downhill days are numbered. I’ll fly while I can.     Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku

Not content to watch.
My downhill days are numbered.
I’ll fly while I can.

 

 

Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku

Writing poetry

Know how to be still Inspiration will find you When you least expect       Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku

Know how to be still
Inspiration will find you
When you least expect

 

 

 

Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku

First Grade

When you learn to read The world is an open book And you are the words       Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku

When you learn to read
The world is an open book
And you are the words

 

 

 

Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku

Late February

Like birds, you rejoice When crocuses come to ground Yellow world erupts       Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku

Like birds, you rejoice
When crocuses come to ground
Yellow world erupts

 

 

 

Key words: Janice Lynch Schuster, haiku