time – MHaikuPoetry

My Deer

Good to see my deer-

Pausing in the cabin yard-

On time every day-

Who Am I

A minute or years-

Matters not to the grand scheme-

Always have I been-

Forever I remain-

My core expands inward-

Upward and outward-

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing—a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process—an integral function of the universe.”

Buckminster Fuller

A message for a hundred years

I gazed up at the stars tonight

And selected one to view

The light that shined upon my eyes

Had turned my thoughts to you-

I sent a message to relay

A thought that holds me dear

Will return back to where you stand

In about an hundred years-

A grandson maybe, or maybe not

Or granddaughter you hold dear

Will come a night right to that place

In about an hundred years-

With wonder in their precious minds

Searching souls perhaps that day

To catch a glance at that same star

When the message comes that way-

And form an instant memory

From an unknown sense above

For one brief moment of all time

I will share to them my love-

Quilling by Latinagem 2018

Deer Feet

Icy lone cold trails-

Hours from an earlier way-

Frozen into time-

Photos by mrhaikuman