Undereye circles
Bruised traces of unshed tears
Each day leaves its mark

Moon Haiku #812

waning gibbous moon
my poems to you unheeded
drawn-out desertion

Storm clouds choke the sky
More darkness in people than
The sun can dispel

Holly mine, divine,
aptly named prickly beauty,
my love evergreen

BrainFog

Summer steams outside

yet i wander aimlessly

in mist shrouded fog.

Instructions En Pointe

i must tiptoe around it and never speak of it aloud

this providential mistaken identity which has landed on me

hush my celebrations

- if the powers should notice

someone might change their mind

and return me to my normal programming

i must never disregard it or take it for granted

never stop being grateful in my heart

because of course it can't last forever

i’ll let it glow through me

but dust off the sparkles if anyone looks too closely

any attention may bring unwanted scrutiny

it’s so obviously undeserved

i must revel in it quietly

bathe it in til the bubbles burst

luck this beautiful should be savored

and before someone realizes they gave it to the wrong person

i'll happily relish it - in secret, and on tiptoe