Sunday, January 19, 2020

Haiku for winter


snow day
long pauses between chores
stretching the quiet

third day of snow
retelling Grandpa’s stories
of his arrival

Frogpond
Presence

Friday, January 10, 2020

Haibun


A Winter Afternoon

The fire in the wood stove is burning well, so well that I move my chair further away.  From the picture window the view is mostly white.  The black iron table and chairs stand starkly, half buried in the new snow, the third storm in less than a month. Fat flakes glue themselves to the window where they melt, sliding down and sideways, following the fickleness of the wind.  Snow builds on pine branches, forcing them lower, lower…until a strong gust shifts the weight and they bounce upwards, scattering their cargo.  They settle back and the loading begins again.

all the day’s lists
counted and checked
burning brighter

Welsh Haiku, winter 2020



Haibun

Odysse y            An elusive floating.  I reach out and clasp sunbeams. I move forward,  searching for I know not what, yet, understanding...