Making Up for Mistakes

Making Up for Mistakes

I’m going to a cabin

Somewhere

To write

Haiku

And drink coffee

While removing the bullets

From too many years of

Losing myself

In unimportant purposes.

It may take years.

To fix the mistake

Of missing the first snowfall

On the lone cedar.

(Author’s note: I haven’t done this yet, hence, no photo of a lone cedar. Holding a fallen leaf up to the sun was my second choice.)