Wednesday, September 21, 2022

Haiku




 the church pews
half in shadow, half in sun 
where do I sit?
Presence

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Haibun


THE TASTE OF HONEY


 

You expect to find that your childhood home is older.  You also find it smaller.  Duller.  The neighborhood is confined, insulated, a world unto itself.  You wouldn’t fit in even if it were ship-shape and clean of graffiti and rusting cars.  Even if there were neat plantings in front of each house and window boxes with flowers and children playing hop-scotch or roller skating on the sidewalks.  Even if the older folks sat on their front porches on a summer night and gossiped. You know it would not be your home anymore.


                                            the taste of honey

                                            dissolving

                                            into nothing

 

                                                                           

Bottle Rockets

Thursday, September 1, 2022

Haiku Sequence

                                                                   A  NEW SEASON

 

                                                     the empty pool

                                                     rippling in the wind—

                                                     first day of school

 

                                                     autumn equinox

                                                     playing outside                

                                                     five o’clock shadows

 

                                                     an armful of fall

                                                     not knowing wildflowers

                                                     from weeds

 

                                                     forecast for frost

                                                     lugging plants inside

                                                     to babysit

 

                                                     apple orchard

                                                     the tart-sweet taste

                                                     of memories



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