Haiku Seasons

Haiku Seasons

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New buds sprout from stems
Mountain runoff swells the streams
I drown in your eyes

 

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Sunbeams radiate
Grasses grow, lush green, breeze blown
I bask in your warmth

 

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Forest paths wear moist
Leafy blankets; chill air blows
I feel your fall frost

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Air itself crackles
Bare trees hold empty bird nests
I mourn the love lost

— Stace Johnson, 2003

This poem appeared on the now defunct RomanticShortLoveStories.com website in January 2006.

Arianrhod

Arianrhod

for Lannette

The milky Goddess, Arianrhod, guides
Her silver chariot across the sky
Her strength affecting more than just the tides.
Why she should shine on me, I know not why.

She welcomes me inside her castle wall,
Where incense burns and candles banish gloom.
She leads me in between her turrets tall
And through the halls into her secret room.

It’s there I learn that Arianrhod weeps;
The Goddess and her past are battling.
The damage done by men before me keeps
Her soul from feeling safe enough to sing.

Although I am no hero among men,
I hope to help the Goddess sing again.

— Stace Johnson, 2003

Arianrhod

“Arianrhod” image © 1990 by Jen Delyth, used with the artist’s gracious permission. Please visit www.kelticdesigns.com to learn more about Jen and her art.

This poem appeared on the now defunct RomanticShortLoveStories.com website in January 2006.