My father long dead
visits me regularly
in every mirror.
We buy each day on
credit, forgetting that the
bill always comes due.
I begin each day
with hope as I ignore the
inevitable.
Life is so damned short.
No need to worry, though.
It is also wide.
I run slowly now
The toll of thousands of miles.
So what. I’ll get there.
Don’t long for heaven.
The eternal comes to us
in each well-lived day.
A lovely philosophical way to start a snowy day, with thanks
Thanks for the compliment. I offer this haiku in reply:
Dawn solemn with cold
East light lifts the ice fog veil
To kiss winter’s bride
Beautiful.Keep it up, skep has a new song?