First Snow
Winter awakens,
wiggles her icy fingers,
a cleansing respite.
Child-Like Wonder
Those falling snowflakes,
once silver-screen depictions,
breath-taking beauty.
Numb
Incoming alerts
Glimpses of diminishing health.
My father's decline.
Besieged
Stifling and taunting,
it lurks within the shadows:
My reality.
Burning Regrets
The amber spirit
promises relief and solace,
yet burns of regret.
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Author Notes
So...I've been absent for a while, mainly due to teaching overtaking my life. Things are fantastic in my classroom. I've got a more manageable class this year, but many are still very low, so I'm working to bridge and strengthen their reading and math gaps.
Today was a mixed emotional bag. We experienced our first snowfall in Arkansas, and it's still going; what a gorgeous winter wonderland transformation of our back and front yards. However, the arrival of devasting news of Dad's waning health dampened my joy. Desperate to escape my smothering reality, I fled into the bitter cold and stood staring at the barren and snow-trimmed trees. I ended up staying outside for almost thirty minutes.
When I came back inside, these haikus spilled out of me as I attempted to exorcise my inner demons and worries. I'm not ready to lose Dad yet--even though he's become a shell of the man he once was.
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