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.)
