Sonnet

I desire to be delivered from earth.
And to become earth again.
Sometimes all is dearth.
All is marked with stain.

Why do I always see the negative.
My first thought on awakening.
Why cannot I be happy that I live.
Need I concern myself with the reckoning.

Let me see beauty in everything.
The day is cloudy, the sea green.
The shadows lengthen, old age‘s bell does ring.
I cannot grasp what it does mean.

But light shines through.
And calls to me too, all is true.

Haiku

The day does shorten
And mine too will come to end
But that is just fate