Haiku
Barren branches in reflection
on an icy pond
Mirroring my wintry mood.
Hear
Hear, hear.
There may be more here
than meets the ear.
But it's too soon to say
what may be belated here.
On Moriah
Nowadays on Mount Moriah
there is myrtle more than myrrh.
Nor is there other incense here
even on these Nowadays of Awe.
Vows
Sharon rose grows here
amid these married rows of rosemary around us.
These Sharon florals first grown
here on grounds we own,
afterward they may be fastened fast to any other gown
along with already broken wedding vows
and later on bespoken married woes.
They open us opposed to oaths of super-sappy prose
such as those that close with claims they lived happy
ever after.