The light of a candle
               is transferred to another candle—
               spring twilight.

From Haiku Master Buson by Yosa Buson. Copyright © 2007 by Yosa Buson, translated by Edith Shiffert. Reprinted by permission of White Pine Press.

Neither I nor you.

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I.

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

I want them to know 

that although life can be hard

It’s also 

incredible and amazing.

that although they may have doubts

they, too, are

incredible and amazing.

I want them to know 

that they may not understand

how powerful words can be,

but once they unlock the meaning, 

they, too, become

powerful and understood.

I want them to know

that they have have captured 

my heart

and  we will always be

connected.

  As quiet as a mouse,

Who does the mischief that is done

  In everybody’s house!

There’s no one ever sees his face,

  And yet we all agree

That every plate we break was cracked

  By Mr. Nobody!

‘Tis he who always tears out books,

  Who leaves the door ajar,

He pulls the buttons from our shirts,

  And scatters pins afar;

That squeaking door will always squeak,

  For prithee, don’t you see

We leave the oiling to be done

  By Mr. Nobody!

He puts damp wood upon the fire

  That kettles cannot boil;

His are the feet that bring in mud,

  And all the carpets soil.

The papers always are mislaid;

  Who had them last, but he?

There’s no one that tosses them about,

  But Mr. Nobody.

The finger marks upon the door

  By none of us are made;

We never leave the blinds unclosed

  To let the curtains fade.

The ink we never spill; the boots

  That lying round you see

Are not our boots, -- they all belong

  To Mr. Nobody.

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief.

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.

I am from the dirt under the back porch.

(Black, glistening,

it tasted like beets.)

I am from the forsythia bush

the Dutch elm

whose long-gone limbs I remember

as if they were my own.

I'm from fudge and eyeglasses,

          from Imogene and Alafair.

I'm from the know-it-alls

          and the pass-it-ons,

from Perk up! and Pipe down!

And

I am what I eat.

I sometimes react,

And

I’m not yet complete.

Nothing about me is permanent.

Growing up

Is a chain reaction.

The mirror may reflect

                 ugly duckling,

but inside I’m a 

                coming attraction.

She wondered if the fairy had been wrong.

Trapped in the castle was she.

How could this be?

The witch cackled he'll never come.

That prince is a 🤬.

Princess Eva just sighed sadly.

Maybe she didn't want this so badly.

Looking out the window.

She was tired of being in limbo.

When the witch went to sleep

The princess decided to creep

Right down the stairs.

"Who cares?"

She thought with a smile.

"I'm leaving this castle, princess style."

"Who needs a prince?" thought she.

I've just got to rely on me.

The water shimmers and sparkles

Like glass

The rolling waves are calling me

While boats go by

I ask the waves why are you calling me

And all I hear is you belong.

While outside the world goes boom.

Because a virus has taken hold 

And changed the current mold.

People wear masks 

To do every day tasks

School came to a sudden end

And now I cant see my friend

Our country acts surprised

But we saw the fear in their eyes.

It started across the sea

Now this virus is too close to me. 

We’re up by three,

We’re the champions,

And that's how it’s gonna be.

- Jacob Rowe

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Easter is coming

Very,very soon

Sooner then I’d think

Sooner then I’d know

Maybe then I’ll get what I want

Just kidding

Easters for fun

Without a doubt

So please be grateful

For whatever

Cause easter is coming

Very,very soon