Tanka

 trees and more trees

brush against my window

feeling like a bird

seeing what it sees

when out on a limb

Red Lights

Haibun

FEEDING THE MULTITUDES  

 

I feed the residents on my street. Also, the one-time visitor traveling north or south in need of a snack. It was an impulse, born during the height of the pandemic, my need for company, even if at a safe distance separated by a window.  At first, the food stations were untouched. Weeks went by with only one or two inquisitive visitors partaking of the food. Gradually, the news spread and more arrived. The brave and the timid, the bullies who muscled their way to the food and those who waited patiently for an opening. I’ve learned their names and their habits, those who like the fat-laced food and those who prefer the lean and dry.  

 

the day begins

in all weather

with birds

a mutual dependance

they for me and I for them

 

Ribbons spring 2024 

Tanka

                                                              red day lilies

plucking spent blossoms

fingers smeared;

sometimes a good intent

can leave a stain