Category: the year in haiku

Christmas tree goes up,
The house bright with festive cheer,
As too are our hearts.

A demanding week;
But ordeals all pass away
Like the melting snows.

A dream can come true
With patient expectation
And a grateful heart

When help seems distant,
The endless road is shortened 
By a cheery wag.

The highest mountain
Becomes the smallest molehill
Through power of will.

I think of my wife
And long for her returning,
Health in full restored.