Haiku: 12.V.2023

Storm passing;
roly-polies on the patio;
wren stunned at the window

Haiku: 20.April.2022

Plastic bag skitters
idle flirtation with westerly wind
asphalt river

Thursday afternoon, 19.Mar.2015

Feeling earth respond to my step
energized by ion-rich mist
Bradford Pear blossoms

Haiku Conversation

I weave webs of words;
clouds caress dust-yellow moon.
Which speaks more clearly?
Revised from ~1985

Larry G. responds:
From this web of words,
the caress of something said,
nothing else in mind.

05.VII.2014

Overcast sky
yardwork done
still praying for rain

Two Haiku: 14.VI.14

Sweet steam
stings the tongue
green tea morning

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Brown mug
faint jasmine incense
kitchen altar

Written during Clear Water workshop led by Jeannie Martin

Haiku: 5.Feb.14

Crystalline breath
Lingers on western sky
Quiet pink sunset

27.I.14

Shock the tongue
jump start the nerves
coffee's first sip

25.I.14

Bitter dreams
soured moon
bitter morning

28.XII.2013

Dark veins intertwine
and stretch into hovering
grey clouds.

14.XII.13

Stout gritty coffee
grey pink sky slowly
develops into morning

Haiku: 10.XII.13

Bitter evening
inhale waning sun
exhale moonlight

Haiku: 24.Aug.2013

Dragonfly squadrons
buzz fresh mown lawn:
prophets of solstice

Summer Morning

7 o’clock: mowing
through nostalgic
morning dew.

Ill Omen

Mowing my lawn's courses
a bold grackle crosses my path
Begone, ill omen!

Haiku d’jour

Red morning sky —
   snail,
     are you glad of it?
– Issa