Message To My Readers

Dear Readers:

After a great deal of consideration, I have decided to scale down the frequency of entries that I post on my blogsites. This is due both to the need for some rest and recuperation and to allow me to devote more time to conversations in a new chat forum (http://twwsforums.kaiser.net/)

I have provided a link to the forum. It’s an interesting place. You may visit and look at the conversations. You may not post, however, unless you are a member.

So ... again ... I will post entries on all of my blogs from time to time, however not at the pace that I have in the past. I hope you continue to visit and take something helpful away from my writings.

Thanks for your readership.

Jim

a full pale white moon
slow moving clouds mute its light
crickets serenade

a single spring night
is the only memory
they will have to hold

again and again
he prayed for deliverance
and never got it

a heavy snowfall
erases the towns footprints
as darkness sets

he was so tired
a spider crossed his forehead
and he never moved

one moving haiku
is worth twenty without heart
compose carefully

a cold autumn wind
blows a yellow maple leaf
into the rose thorns

a strange happenstance
two old loves find each other
never lost again

i couldn't help but
seeing a small child crying
stop to dry his tears

is mayberry gone?
front porches and maple trees
all a memory?

it was long ago
but he can still feel her kiss
warming his forehead

his quiet footsteps
were covered by snow
like no one had passed

an old calendar
marking days that are long past
stirs his memory

if you would only
but he stopped his sentence short
knowing she wouldn't

once a defender
life had beaten him badly
and he lost his faith

morning breaks open
with a hard frost on the grass
and drifting woodsmoke

on quiet mornings
feelings for her resurrect
unexpectedly

a young boy marvels
at minnows in a small pond
childhood innocence

footprints on a beach
vanish into the water
and then reappear

the light of the stars
fading in the morning dawn
slowly disappears

his lust turned to love
and his heart was then broken
that was years ago

a crow settles in
to sleep the night in his woods
black fades into black

dusk finds the hills
and all its inhabitants
await the darkness

only a cricket
and a lonely barn owl
serenade the night

beached on a grey rock
several dropped maple leaves
watch others float by

a broken promise
flies like ash in winter wind
here now and then gone

i have said it once
and i will say it again
love is elusive

a late night star fell
with it his hope for her love
he wished one more time

the weight of her guilt
should drive her to a sackcloth
but she doesn't care

both of them gone now
their son stood before their graves
in a cold fall wind

yesterday morning
only one rose had blossomed
today there are ten

once upon a time
i believed in good endings
fairy tales of youth

the ten o'clock train
let a long mournful whistle
escape through the night

a persistent rain
falls from a cold autumn sky
to a colder earth

several haiku
written with a fountain pen
sit on white parchment

unanswered prayers
year after year after year
wore away his faith

the final full moon
of a much too short summer
glows a china white

so cold and lonely
is the sound of dry corn stalks
in a winter gale

under low gray clouds
fourteen canadian geese
court a northwest wind

a rare winters day
a shaft of golden sunlight
slips into my room

off in the distance
soft laughter of small children
in the summers dusk

"come again", he said
and she turned and walked away
wanting so to stay