Three Haikus

Listen to spaces

in the rhythm of a storm.
Heaven is chanting.

I bend and touch leaves
mortar and pestle rain ground
felt under my hand.

I’m planting haikus,
giving them kisses in rain,
willing them to root and grow.

My dearest William

sleep no more ditties,
sleep no more.
The sun deliciously shines
lemons onto the ground
waiting for you to pick them up
make morning lemonade!
The sky, undeceived,
brings all good things
into your sweet and sour
waking.