Early air is still
three hummingbirds are swooping
rain will seed the clouds
Category Archives: life up here
Haiku for a June morning
Birds sing of delight
night rain has paid a visit
earth is drinking deep
Haiku for a dog’s tenth
He is the best boy
all joy and full on stalwart
puppy heart still beats
Sun 1
What brings you to your knees sun
on mornings when you flee the other world
and mask yourself with cloud
flattening the day’s light into scrim
I feel certain of your grief
and lie resigned to graying tears
running down a window cheek
the house dogs take dimness
as a time to sleep
so there is that
stanza 5.14
Opening the door I lean
to smell the subtle trail of spring
it is the time of violet night
of fading monochrome
when the other half of my heart
beats in echo time
slipping through the layers
of descending dark
to leave its kiss
Haiku for a spring Friday
The rain has borne fruit
green retakes us overnight
color close behind
Mountain top
Stars began to drop
into the growing dark
of a clear night sky
as I came down
the mountain
to our woods
the trail familiar
boots sure in waning light
I went up alone
wanting the feel of you
knowing you would ride
the swirl of wind
on every peak
including mine
I sat waiting, the
wolf burn bare granite
still comfort warm
close to sunset
my words escaping
into the rising drafts
as song, wait for me
I will be there given time
Haiku for a windy Friday
bird wing cloud flies
to welcome returning birds
lilac buds are green
Just a bit
I need a little more time
say a month
added to each day
For love so that its echoes
will remain when I am gone
To listen once again to live voices
in sustained pianissimo
And to capture light
the way I see it
Haiku for a spring Monday
tree crowns washed by sun
dawn’s point of gleam inching right
buds are not ready
A way through
Birds perch on the balding arms
and bud knobbed fingers
of the kitchen door apple tree
There is a flashing gleam
from the eye of a jay
the sun finding unlikely passage
My mind blinks in disbelief
that such a thing could be
My heart knows better
and begins to sing
Haiku for a March Friday
silver cloud fingers
swift birds fly across the wind
dawn light rising cold
