Safety 

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.