Category: nature
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lazy day haiku
windy afternoon silent shadows dance on blinds leaf hands up applause 4-21-21
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Haiku Meditation on a Sunday Morning Sitting by the Remains of Last Night’s Fire with a Cup of Coffee Watching Birds in the Park Across the Street at Sunrise
1) Sunday morning shoes canvas loafers don’t need shined Dad would not approve 2) ash remembers fire when flames don’t stay the night trees filter morning 3) crow stares with one eye red birds forage for breakfast jays flash blue on green 4-18-21
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Looking for an omen
An hour before the sun Owl hoots in your backyard tree Two longs, two shorts, a long and a short Over and over and over Maybe it’s wearing ear buds And talking to an owl on the other side of town Or maybe, when it’s agitated, it talks to itself, too You get out of…
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haiku while sweeping pollen from the porch
on a screened porch silllooking out, a dead wasp lieslonging for freedom 4-10-21
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meditation on 15th day after vaccination
The summer the world pulled in upon itself and me Unaware you watched through leaves as I sat Alone in a chair trying to make sense of whys and hows and whens Winter came I stared out at clouds as if on childhood days Gathered in a nose, lips, chin, a brow in bare branches…
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rise and kiss the bottom of the sky
owl moves from tree to tree calling to the dark pregnant possum looks both ways before it waddles into the street mockingbirds sing hallelujah chorus at 4 am woodpecker swoops low at day break cat abandons breakfast reservation blue jays dance among azaleas fish rise and kiss the bottom of the sky 4-8-21
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the zen of couch surfing
two windows light and shadow I’ll sit a bit longer wait until shadows disappear open the door that leads to morning 4-3-21
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the abusing vine
Before it strangles all life From the tree Cut the choking vine At the base of the trunk For a while It will remain Overhead as a reminder But in time it will fall away Dry and dead Gather it up From cold ground Pile it at the curb Let the city haul it away…
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dead limb
at some point a dead limb that hung caught In branches above the road fell it must’ve been while we were gone and the city hauled it away 4-1-21
