Winter pilgrimage—
 
in the suitcase of my heart
 
I pack all I need.

 
 
 

Days before Christmas,
 
the way of my pilgrimage
 
stays hidden from me.

 
 
 

Winter pilgrimage—
 
I walk the way before me
 
by faith, not by sight.

 
 
 

Autumn pilgrimage—
 
I enter the house of love
 
to find you waiting.

 
 
 

A single red leaf
 
foretells cooler days ahead—
 
pilgrimage weather.

 
 

I packed my suitcase
 
for a summer pilgrimage,
 
then I lost the key.

 
 

white bowl, purple plums,
 
song sparrow at my window—
 
kitchen pilgrimage

 
 
 

Winter pilgrimage—
 
if I don’t post on Facebook,
 
are my steps in vain?

 
 
 

Autumn pilgrimage—
 
I visit my grandmother
 
in her weedy grave.

 
 
 

summer pilgrimage
 
through a book of poetry
 
one line at a time