cave echoes
my mistakes
come rushing back
receding tide
in the rocks
part of each wave
Frogpond, 2014
HSA Anthology 2015
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Friday, December 15, 2017
Haibun
FERN GLEN
We park in the
nature preserve near a path that leads downward. On our left is a pond edged
with water lilies and lotus blossoms. Along the outer edge grow reeds and
bulrushes. A familiar sound causes us to
turn towards it.
an ancient poem–
a pond, a frog,
a splash
widening ripples
continue through
the ages
a beginning with
no end
A rustle in the
reeds attracts our attention again. This time, it’s a painted turtle with a
shell about six inches long, moving slowly toward the pond. After watching it
quietly slide into the water, we begin our descent. The dirt path is rutted and
peppered with loose stones.
slow and steady
helping each
other
to keep our
balance;
through long
years of marriage
there is still a
garden
Low growing
plants fill in the spaces between mature trees, the green enlivened by
occasional clusters of small pink or white blossoms. At the end of our descent is a thick growth
of ferns in various sizes and species, from a single shoot of only a few inches
to others two and three feet high and just as wide across.
We’re the only
ones here, but others have come before us.
a hidden Eden
the songs of a
coursing spring
the chirring of
birds
a bench for the
weary
a place for body
and soul
Haibun Today
Tanka Prose,
Dec. 2017
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Haiku
a quick flowing stream
in late afternoon
the hurried shadows
full moon
on my neighbor's porch
a new light
goldenrod
growing in abundance
a new restlessness
Presence 2015
Daily Haiku 2011
One Hundred Gourds 2012
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