a blessed Sunday

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Easter

*

death has no power
the Saviour of the world lives
salvation goes on.




love,
Eaton

Haiku

softly, softly

falling gently on the roof

rain drops landing.

love,
Eaton

Haiku

very small sneakers

parked at grandpa's bedside

asleep in his cot.

love,
Eaton

Haiku - autumn

tattered leaves

turning gold on the vine

fewer flowers.

love,
Eaton

Haiku

fanciful tales 

blown around by the winds

silence in the rain.

love,
Eaton

Haiku

fresh thoughts

jotting them on used paper

recycled words.

love,
Eaton

Haiku

like a fairytale

spider's web frozen white

crystal in the sun.

love,
Eaton

Haiku

a golden kiss

rays of sun after the rain

everything glossy.

love,
Eaton 

Haiku

the foundation

of growing into a life

your name.


love,
Eaton

Haiku

after midnight

sleep is calling out to dreamers

shy moon behind clouds.

love,
Eaton

Haiku - a time for everything...

unpredictable

the span of time we live

no certainties.

love,
Eaton

Haiku

last leaves cling,
luminous in the night
full moon rising.

*

autumn's end
branches bare sentinels
ghostly gray.

*

ride the sky
queen of the heavens
golden moon.

*


love,
Eaton

Haiku

a field of daisies
dazed in the blustering wind
stems all a quiver.




love,
Eaton

are words ever lost
or do they drift the cosmos
unseen stars in flight



love,
Eaton

Haiku

and there in your eyes
are the memories we made
crystal clarity

*


love,
Eaton

Haiku

bare bones gone to dust
history resides within
if the earth could tell.

*


love,
Eaton

Haiku

Origami

interwoven red
petals fold on fold hugging
each other in place. 



love,
Eaton

the disquiet of indecision...

into the crisp air
thoughts transport on the stillness
a perfect moment.



If I was to travel through time 
what's the bet I would either be 
too early or too late 
miss you entirely- 
a few seconds either way

not that time travel exists
everyone knows it doesn't
but if I could 
how would I maneuver time
to arrive in your present?

I thought about it
tried the imaginary scenario on for size
it wasn't a comfortable fit
too much hope for a perfect moment
unstable in the unpredictable
possibility of disappointment

best to leave the ether 
in the careful hands of God.

*

love,
Eaton

Haiku

a deft paintbrush
sweeps the sky with abstract strokes...
hand of the Divine

            *


love, Eaton

Haiku

*

breath of life...
sun's warm rays dusting
each flower head
*


love,
Eaton