Haiku Sequence

 Demolition Day

still seeing curtains

starched and blowing

the boarded windows

littered asphalt

the blue-white hydrangeas

just a memory

waves of dust rise

with the crumbling house—

faded snapshots

"I'm home. I''m home"

a child calls from down the street

I look back

Bottle Rockets

Haibun

                                                                           . . .and the living is easy   

 

It’s summer. Birds are pecking at the feeder and suet cage. Chickadees, sparrows, cardinals, woodpeckers, juncos, finches. They chase each other away—bullies with wings. There’s no need to provide food for them now, but I like to watch them.  There are seeds, insects, berries and worms aplenty in the wooded areas around my condo. They have learned where food is readily available. Freeloaders! The whole lot of them.

 

                                                              “Pick Your Own Berries”

                                                               I buy a  basket 

                                                               filled by the farmer

Contemporary Haibun Online 

Haiga

CHO

Tanka

 the sky above

between eastern mountains

and the western ocean

from brush  fires and sunset

the same red

Red Lights