as ringmaster sleeps

haiku

as ringmaster sleeps

lion, roaring, pads the tent

kid’s balloon quivers

cruise crew

cruise crew

two beautiful daughters

one bright, lovely granddaughter

and old me, again at table

delighting in fine food

looking forward to dessert

and as close to a round of cribbage

and granddaughter’s time

before work will allow

laughing, teasing, giggling

venting our dismay with our government’s sneering at law

and limitations of power

and the local physical and world-

wide harm being caused

but mostly warming to the loving

support and enjoyment we give

to each other

priceless

and deeply valued

it’s true

“You are braver than you believe,

stronger than you seem, and

smarter than you think,”

Winnie the Pooh declares

and, as a family practice physician

i have watched so many persons

prove Winnie the Pooh truthful

cloud game

haiku

navy tracks of cloud

line sunrise like jet contrails

Nature’s tic tac toe

penguins

penguins, flightless, swim

in ‘rafts’ of numerous fellow creatures

so individuals survive

seals, whales, sea predators

overwhelmed by numbers

alone, each would be a quick snack

on land, they slide on their bellies

or walk upright awkwardly

causing a group to be called

a ‘waddle’

fascinating ‘little men in tuxedos’

some are four feet tall, other tiny

and all but unknown until only

two and a half centuries ago

brown ice

rapid expansion of ICE

almost inevitably will bring

lessened oversight

which means slackened mean streaks

within persons who believe

they are enforcing moral good

against “enemies within”

we are human, generation to generation

missing the stars

haiku

missing the stars bright

in velvet black clear night sky

so many man-made lights

Mt. Jefferson

Mount Jefferson has hidden

all this time because i was not

giving credit to its being

fifty some miles south of Hood

but yesterday, bright sunshine

was adding luster to its snow cap

and it rose up on my horizon

out of hiding, proud and glorious

falter, new me

falter, stumble, trip

over a crease in the rug

a crack in the sidewalk

a brush with a passerby

or wind-sweep of a standing tree

mere nothing

and yet enough to know

i am unsteady, vulnerable

where once i dashed

from place to place

over furrowed ground

or rock and sandy beach

i am new to me

someone i need to learn

to respect as i am

frustrated packrat

packrat who threw away

just what i need now

only months ago

after ‘saving’ files for decades

arghhhh

bind the moon

haiku

purple cloud stripes cross

pearl-white and rill-shadowed moon

tied to earth's night sky

colorful European facades

European homes

share walls, but build own façades

close line narrow streets

slanted sun highlights

plastered beige,  yellow-white, taupe now blued with first night

                                                mjNordgren 1/1/2026 Rome

inMarseilles harbor

at sunset, tern wheels

white underwing lights burst-orange

tilts, low wing glows gold

tattoo

are tattoos sufficient coverage

to disguise the pasty yellow

of dying?

are the young warding off

the terrifying unknown

of death?

or simply decorating to celebrate

what cannot be imagined beyond

being forever young and able?

abject roar

haiku

abject rumble-roar

of machinery muffles

wind stroking cedars

skep

 haiku

tall, dome-topped, woven

of reeds or wicker as hive

treasured honeybees

warm learning

warm orange of embers

a toddler would reach out and touch

how gratefully received that we learn

and can teach our children

about danger

how sad that we often teach them

about our fears, not real danger

but warm colors and beauty

surrounding us calms us to listen

and sometimes learn the difference

so the error may end without pain

or violence

night silence

whispers in the dark of rustling grasses teased by a breeze

scampering feet of rodent seeking food or fleeing

from owl whooshing on nearly silent wing

shepherd adding a small log to a low, crackling fire

as his sons and brothers gently snore and lambs

bleat-whimper to their mothers and grown sheep

harrumph and resettle in their sleep

and then a stillness

a quiet so deep, it speaks of terror of something unknown

unnatural with dread

silence, dead silence that demands alertness to the change

before awareness of distant hum as though of far-off voices

singing, only slowly recognized as praise

and then good news

such good, good news that many could, would not believe

                                                                                mjNordgren  12/14/2025 

vulnerable with letting go

vulnerable with letting go

of health, cognition, physical abilities

confidence and sense of self

difficult not to strike out in defense

of what we thought we once were

so hard to accept the next step

into unknown realms is not an end

but a beginning to presence

without tears

blue influence

blue as primary reaches into my soul

and then extends its sustaining with

combinations of other hues to create

moody gray, with sucking orange

fulfillment teal, with yellow-green

enticing maroon, with imperial red

regal purple, with less imperative red

welcome cedar green, with shy yellow

blues that warm and move me

oft-times unaware of its influence