Trump Haiku #14

nine lives of cat Trump

Donald are used up and now

he cannot come back

winter again

snow and hoar frost branched

and kitty shaking his paws

before going out

Jesse's Magnificat

voices true and tentative begin

like new shoot and then

petals blossom and bloom

first in pale pink and then darkening into crimson

and violet

very visceral strands of joy and pain

tenderness twists around ancient text

in worried wonder gathering waves of whimsy and power

washing over this space

sanctified sanctuary

and all become vessels of
hushed magnificence 

Louella sings Pie Jesu at Dora Janzen's funeral

and a skylark rises up

wings whooshing air into tiny whirlwinds

eyes transfixed by upward everness

and we join in

souls lifting on the currents

of cadence

into lovely sky

tears brimming eyes

and sing

requiem