Watching a lot of dead people

moving around, finding a table.

The heavy glass separates

the booth and the tables

from inside and sidewalk.

As the food carried by life

and served with a smile.

She hasn’t learned to give

up her breaths of hope quite yet.

Watching and waiting and eating.

Watching the gray faces of tired eyes,

I see my reflection in the glass,

praying I will never get there.

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MACBETH played by my son , Jonathan Matteson ! I am always so proud of him!


Twilight crest after

midnight storm gives way to verdant

grass, and hope appears …

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a full moon light shines

just in sight, reflecting on

sleeping Queen Anne’s Lace

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Morning sun rises

My soul’s shade is lightened now

No rain weigh it down .

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The Wind is Speaking

The wind is speaking
The morning night
A whispered breeze
A rhythmic quiet

The wind is speaking
A gentle wake
The limbs carry
The boughs break

Stars hang
A sparrow sings
A morning sighs

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Afternoon moments

Gather memories of you

Grandma’s kept secrets

© Christine McNeill- Matteson

Haiku 11

we all reach to the

ladder to find the rungs in

the wrong direction

© 2019 CMM


Over a hundred

years this building has survived,

the moon more; I am the visitor …