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Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Haibun
CELEBRATION OF SPRING
Early spring. Time for the cows in the Swiss village to
leave the winter pastures and head for the mountains. We gather at dawn with three other foreign
families for a traditional ceremony. A
blessing from the priest, a prayer, a song.
The cows are adorned with
ribbons, flowers and bells; the cow herder and his young helper with
lederhosen, embroidered suspenders and perky feathered hats.
morning mist–
we follow the scentof slow moving cows
Up into the Jura we drive,
breaking through the fog. La Madame, the
owner of the herd, meets us at her fromagerie in the mountains. The cows disburse in the open pastures. Pigs
shurp their feed in mud-soaked pens. Goats roam freely around the small
sleeping hut and the work buildings.
La Madame, weathered hardened and wiry,
dressed in worn work pants and knee high rubber boots. "Ecoutez. Listen," she tells us.
We lean forward, trying hard
to understand her lesson in cheese making.
bubbling vats of cheese–
a slice of sunlight shines through a high window
We follow her again, now to her chalet a little further up
the mountain. A vista of sweeping
meadows, wildflowers and rock croppings.
Le Monsieur is laying stones for a wall. Before we can eat, there is work. The men
in our party carry stones and level dirt; the women slice bread and carry
wood. In this corner of the Jura
everything is as it was a hundred years earlier. A wood stove, water pumped
from a well, lanterns for light.
We breakfast on
strong coffee with fresh cream, baskets of crusty bread with sweet butter and
the local current jam. Even today, time
does not move.
an invitation
from the warm sun and soft grass—the bugs ignored
Stylus Poetry , Dec. 2005
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Haiku
fern glen
we find the creek
by its song
early morning breathing spring after rain
early breakfast
with morning glories
the ticking clock
Under the Basho, 2014
Daily Haiku cycle 11, 2011
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Haibun
April
All the pastels
of spring. In the sky, in the leaves, in
the grass and flowers. The air, washed clean by rain, smells fresh with the
richness of wet soil. Early blustery
winds have been gentled into soft breezes.
cherry blossoms–
remembering the ruffleson a pink dress
Frogpond, summer 2012
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Tanka
matching the sea
matching the sky
the breeze whispering
as to what lies behind
TSA Anthology, 2014
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Haiku
two-fifteen a.m.
spring arrives with a yawn
and a snore
bird song
pulling me out of a dream
first day of spring
haiku group
the discussion stops
for a robin
Chrysanthemum, Oct. 2008
Ambrosia, July 2009
Shiku Kukai, July 2012
Sunday, March 15, 2015
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