A Collection of Haiku
The anti-poet
Free-swinging abomunist
Affronts everything
A xeric winter
Incomplete in its essence
Slackens into spring
Unlike the pebbles
A blue bit of polished glass
Once a jar of grog
Pictures of lovers
She deleted all of them
But could not forget
Morning air alive
The mockingbird’s rhapsody
Carry on maestro!
A wearied pilgrim
The innkeeper’s wife brews tea
Boots dry at the hearth
The light ahead fades
The road behind overgrown
Each stride beloved
The fugitive dreams
At large in regions of sleep
Escape forever
Life of the story
The book starts when you close it
Not in the reading
Morning tide withdraws
Otters lounge in the kelp bed
A shorebird turns stones
How can those with least
Cause fear in those who have most
Which the greater threat?
Cranes are on the flyAs the couriers of springHeaded certainly
Cranes are on the fly
As the couriers of spring
Headed certainly
One ought to have a garden
Holy with color
Deep ancestral drums
Elders sing of three sisters
Hoop dancers become
The vespers service
Faithful in pews hear the call
Coyotes crying
I could fill volumes
With all that I do not know
Of love and dying
Look into my heartIt’s open - unprotectedDo you see yourself
Look into my heart
It’s open - unprotected
Do you see yourself
Pure dancing passion
A bee has unbounded faith
Innate piety
The mutable dawn
An artful sun paints the clouds
Each brushstroke unique
Have we forgotten
The white columns of Athens
And the Republic?
The cold and huddled
Those who cannot find the sky
Hope only for food
By all the accounts
The void amounts to nothing
Without everything
Dry weeds - useful twigs
Bits of down - a scrap of cloth
The wren’s nest of dross
The puppy abed
At peace and warm from the sleep
Just barely breathing
Unforgiving surf
A cypress bends from the wind
The pelican dives
Everything we have
Comes from the same fiery source
All was once molten
On a placid pond
An insect casts its shadow
Then it flew away
An Ithican queen
Dressed in linen and despair
Who will string the bow?
