CONTAINER

inside the balloon,
the breath of my youngest son-
warm life briefly held

To see more haiku on the theme of container click on the One Deep Breath website.

THE ALCHEMY OF PLAY

Rocks float in the air
distance expands: feet to miles
plumbing the shallow depths

BROOKLYN ROSE

delicately balanced
between summer and autumn
hunger and plenty

SIMPLE PLEASURES

first fire of autumn-
I step back from the hot sparks
as my boys lean in

TIGHTLY DRAWN

last day of year ten-
the boy readies his bow, shoots
straight into his new year-

I've been a little tightly wound lately. Pressures of work, children with colds, with strep and various other ailments, lost or misplaced things: none of it is all that bad, just a whole lot of small stresses piling up and up. Reminds me a bit of the famous torture death by a thousand cuts. The domestic version, of course.

However, there is lots of good stuff happening, too. H will turn 11 tomorrow, a good friend of mine just started a blog, and I am the October interview at Mother Rising. So, onwards and upwards!

SEPTEMBER CAKE

needing an excuse
for chocolate and vanilla-
I bake the month a cake

(And my boys were very very happy.)

SIMPLICITY AND SADNESS

alabaster lamb,
strayed from its graveside home-
crying green moss tears

(thinking of the terrible events that happened nearby, only six years ago. Ushering in a new, more fearsome world.)