His soul hides

Deep within old leather covers 

Safe upon the shelf 

Sometimes pulled down 

Blowing dust free 

Forgotten poems read 

In the fading light 

Of dusk 

Feeding My Soul: A Haiku

Need to be thoughtful
About what I put into
My mind, my soul

I often put more thought into what I seed my body then what I feed my soul. Probably put more thought into my car’s gas, too. I know I need to change that. My soul’s nourishment becomes my attitude, my confidence, my actions.