January 7th

Since you left I feel like a bell without a clapper.

January 6th - Epiphany

It is all about the stars after all.  Spinning stars are carried by music through the night.
The tree and decorations boxed for another year. Simple stars shine on the window glass.  Twelve holy nights have passed. The next year’s dreams are dreamt. The stars spin on.  Something new shines like a star just beyond our grasp. Look, wonder, and dance circles through the night.

January 5th

Moving slowly, softly. Eyes gaze through her phases.
Yin Yang ever changing entwined. The chi flows where the mind goes.
Mother moon’s cold light never reflected such warmth.
Following the breath, moving the chi from the one to infinity. Returning to the one.

January 4

Such tension builds before release.
Muscles tense, eyes close, tears burn, lips quiver and purse.
Breath tests it’s bonds.
Tears flow when the breath escapes.
Resolution begins. Injustice, anger, grief, pain dance free.

January 3rd

Moon rises in an ice blue sky as the pink sun sinks behind the trees.
A lone pine’s silhouette shivers against the snow covered mountains
crystallized between night and day

January 2, 2012

Not quite a woman yet no longer a child. She moves like a muppet. Can you tell by looking she is touched by death too young? Can you tell her daddy has gone to heaven? A cloud of sadness dances with her. The wisdom in her eyes defies her silly youthfulness. Her voice is like an angel’s. She chooses just the right jewelry and clothes but neglects to brush her hair. She rages that her new teeth do not look perfect yet wears clothes too big or too small. What paves her path to happiness?

January 1st - First Small Stone

Only cold moves today.

It edges my window glass with thick ice.

All breath is hidden.

Haiku version - 

Only cold moves today.

It edges glass with thick ice

All breath is hidden.