A morning pink comet
streaks the sky from left to right
the sun still floating up
the mountain’s eastern ridge
reaches up to slit the tail
its beam sharp enough
to cut through falling silk
Category Archives: life up here
Haiku for today
Late afternoon light
golden beech leaves almost turned
lantern lights the woods
Insistent messenger
A mourning dove is in the apple tree
looking through the window straight at me
its message clearly meant to prod
the sun is shrinking as the cold returns
woods maple tops spike leafless now
bronzing oaks and candle beech stand guard
water lilies sunk into the pond again
the scooped out waning moon brings frost
the bears have gone asleep denned up the hill
not quite past time to offer seeds but hurry
or the jays will bring their beaks
Haiku for a Nor’easter Tuesday
Storm winds come in waves
bear gong singing fast and loose
there are still some leaves
Haiku for a Friday morning
Summer birds have flown
cold weather sleep calls to bears
almost feeder time
A kiss when it’s clear
I was convinced she would never leave
even though the truth of it
ran alongside faster
as she slowed
in the end a quiet moment
took the comfort of her large dog self
and tucked it in the sky
now her gaze is a soft kiss
when the stars are watching
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We go outside to say hello on clear nights, Horrie and I.
Haiku for a fall night
Hummingbirds are gone
morning doves wait in the wings
gratitude for friends
Quiet morning
As the day warms
the roof is smoking off last night’s wet
my dog lies paws crossed
at the screen door
the small world needs watching
Haiku for a sunny morning
Morning has brought friends
their presence a perfect gift
the leaves are turning
Recognition
even with no voice
even choked on tears
even with a stuttered soul
even though the wind now bars escape
even wearing sunless winter rime
even when my body cools its farewell
I will know you by your chosen stars
Haiku for a Saturday
Early air is still
three hummingbirds are swooping
rain will seed the clouds
Haiku for a June morning
Birds sing of delight
night rain has paid a visit
earth is drinking deep
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