Summer of '99

Beyond clear windows,
after white corridor,
birds fly, soft breeze sways.

Along corridor,
shadowed by climbing roses,
chimes sing, windfall song.

My bedroom window
frames gold, bright greens and sweet pinks...
Bob's summer garden.

Natalie's Haiku

Infinite blue sky
golden colors of orange
fatal sky of dusk

First Snow 2004

Autumn's artic storm
Mountains, desert, highway, towns
Shrouded in pure white

Over Denver

Rocky mountains red
Double rainbow up above
Crowning endless plains

At Noon

Lizard running fast
Accross pavement, parking lot
Summer final days

Of Love

OF NEW LOVE

Brimming with new love
Dreamy, loving, intense eyes
Sparkling like bright stars

Sparkling like bright stars
Illuminating my hearth
Filling me with joy

Filling me with joy
Walking in the clouds, I am
Brimming with new love.


OF CURRENT LOVE

Warm like my true love
Constant on the desert sand
Midday sun sparkling

Midday sun sparkling
Smiling on our every day
Perennial summer

Perennial summer
Full of joy and excitement,
Warm like my true love


OF LOST LOVE

Scattered love wounds
Fill my ever-aching heart
Like sparkling night stars

Like sparkling night stars
Unreachable in the sky
Dreams of my lost love

Dreams of my lost love
Keep me up, not healing my
Scattered love wounds


OF LOVE REBORN

Joyful phoenix song!
Saturating me with love
Sparkling love returns

Sparkling love returns
Laughing pain away, joyful
Singing new spring tunes!

Singing new spring tunes
Heart pleasured, reborn love, oh
Joyful phoenix song!


OF HOPE FOR LOVE

In prayerful stance
Heart full of hope, and waiting
For forever love

For, forever love
Is what I pray at night for.
Oh please! Hear me Lord!

Oh please! Hear me Lord!
I will wait for your command
In prayerful stance.

In the Backyard

August, 2003

Three cats are hiding
under the wood shed...
they don't know I can see them.
Those three cats were playing
last night in the moonlight.
I wish I could touch them!
I left them some morsels
out on the back porch,
and they came to eat them.
Two kittens and mother?
Yes, that must be it!
Oh, I want to catch them!
They play in the yard
while I am going to bed,
and while I am working hard,
they sleep the whole day,
in the shade, under the shed.
Perhaps they will stay . . .
Since, I am all they got,
I will keep food in their tray.
And while they play nights and sleep days . . .
I will dream I was a cat,
and could join in their games!