It was bright enough
to see dark trunks
rising out of the snow
looking down into the open
brook delta of my woods
Another night of moon
on opal white
Category Archives: photographs
Haiku for a feeder Tuesday
many rowdy jays
a feather hunched morning dove
hawk gliding over
Haiku for a frozen Saturday
just as light returns
a minute feels like sunrise
the day waits for hope
Haiku for a Wednesday morning
Cut back the garden
dress the beds collect some seed
today will be warm
Haiku for a Tuesday morning
Always last to leave
she perches drinking her fill
many miles to fly
Haiku for Monday morning
the green wall is back
trees working hard through the night
birds seek their shelter
The Morgan
It could have been
a silver mercury portrait,
but a horse appeared
displacing stiff poses,
mane flying, neck muscles
bunched in effort,
galloping through
a glimpse of the past.
Audio: Read by the author.
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A marvelous photo of a Morgan mare by the photographer Deborah Glessner brought up the last two lines of the poem.
Haiku for a friend’s birthday
Walk the hills to home
Where love is found ripening
The true birthday gift
Haiku for a Hummingbird Thursday
And she was still here
Sipping nectar for her trip
End of summer gift
Audio: Read by the author.
Haiku for a Saturday afternoon
Dog rests on my foot
Gray rain and cooling to fall
Hummers are still here
Haiku for a sunny Friday
Few bugs eager dogs
Humid air stuck somewhere else
Out the door to woods
Connection
In song, music puts its hands around my heart and my words think tears are a puddle to splash through, shoeless. Color often stops my breath, and I am its willing prisoner. A sudden memory coming on fast might need release. Any of these call up joy or tears, and it is all wonderful. To me. When the signal comes they might glide to me in a waltz, or whirl up on the skirts of a wild mazurka. Better yet, ride in on the smoothness of an alto sax.
