Spout dripping sweet sap.
Snow skirts around maple trunks.
Sweeten my pancakes.
©Rick Wyman 2/25
Haiku, Sugaring Time
Poetry
Haiku
Time came to my aid
When I searched without a light.
I awoke in love.
©R. Wyman 1/7/25
Poem, The Makings of a Memory
Classic notes on the piano,
The rumble of the furnace,
Background steady beat.
Music lessons propel
My daughter’s fingers.
Outside above the city skyline
The full moon takes a bow,
The bright disc shape looks down
As clouds provide curtain calls.
Meanwhile notes fill the air
And my heart fills with warmth
Another memory being made.
©Rick Wyman 11/16/24
Haiku, Freed
Open eyes review
My life is going forward
The past freed to go.
(c) Rick Wyman 10/2/24
Poem, Spider Web
The first strand of the spider web
Caught my eye when it glistened in the sun.
The lightest puff of air stretched this delicate strand,
And sunlight danced back and forth along its span.
How fortunate to notice this tiny bit of nature.
So fragile, yet it beckons my attention with such strength.
Sometimes the highlights of our lives
Begin as such delicate threads of thought,
Like a whisper of our inner voice.
Then to really pay attention and reexamine
Purpose stretching thin,
Hopeful a glimpse of joy may follow in the end.
Now I contemplate the spanning time
From where I was and where I am glad to be.
In the center of my web.
© Rick Wyman
Haiku
Cramping in my hand
I recall my weathered past
Grasping memories.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/22/24
Haiku
Dandelion fluff
Follows yellow dots in green
Spring lawns awaken.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/8/24
Haiku
Blossoms fill the trees
Petals sprinkled on the ground
Empty twigs grow fruit.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/14/24
Poem, Yesterday and Tomorrow
The bountiful days of summer,
Reaching to pull the shades of autumn.
While the tie back curtains,
Lay open to the sun’s longer rays.
Each second of warmth,
Matters to all who awaken.
Deep breaths and smiles,
Cherishing the memories.
Longer days, car rides, wet feet and towels.
Leaves falling and landing,
Like post-it notes on green grass,
Each a reminder of times spent,
And what to enjoy about days ahead.
(C) Rick Wyman 10, 17, 2023
Poem, Acquaintance of the Moon
Night fell hours ago.
I watched and searched for the moon.
It lay behind a layer of clouds,
Giving some light,
As if to nod a shy hello.
I recognized its welcoming acknowledgement to my gaze.
My smile was genuine,
As it always is,
While greeting a friendly warmth.
I miss the moon when it shrinks and disappears,
Too late for me to join its company.
I look forward to our meeting next time it shows
A happy light on my horizon.
(c) Rick Wyman 12:47 am Saturday
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