#35

distant owl croons,

mice huddle beneath dead leaves –

an early spring storm

#34

rain taps the tin roof,

my cottage like a jazz band –

an early spring storm

#28

 

there is a deep ache

that pulses beneath her chest –

twilight firelies

— Jonathan Garren

#27

 

the weather app says

real feel is ninety degrees –

when do you feel real?

by: Jonathan Garren

#24

 

everything about

you is a discovery –

skin mapped by moonlight

– Jonathan Garren

#22

#19

#19

By: Jonathan Garren

The cat stretches long,

full belly shown to the sun;

old bones and new days.

Happy 12th birthday to my cat, Harry! Best haiku writing buddy around.

#18

#18

By: Jonathan Garren

April showers fall;

she says, “I’ll love you always

if the creek don’t rise.”

Hole Through the Sun

Hole Through the Sun

By: Jonathan Garren

You said, “I wouldn’t miss

the world for heaven.”

I said I wouldn’t miss

You for the world.

Beneath cotton and new skin,

we could break ice from the willow;

we could burn a hole through the sun.

#15

#15

By: JLG

Soil passed through her hands,

Fertile blanket, sleeping seeds;

A son’s smile in bloom.