Thursday, October 25, 2018

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Haibun

       
                                                        A COUNTRY HAIBUN

A murky sky on a late winter day.  The farm country is brown. Rolling pastures of dried brown grass, plowed fields of muddy dirt, corn fields left with a golden brown stubble. Here and there a white farmhouse with outbuildings in either red or white.  Otherwise, the vista is brown, brown, brown.

There is a subdued beauty about the brown hills, their sweep and curve, their valleys and ridges. A smoothness and a calmness in their brown coat.  A solid color, brown.  Dependable, lasting.  On this dull day horses and cows stand quietly in pastures.  The stillness of a painting by a Dutch master, but for the crows. 


                                                            cawing and pecking
                                                            down one hill and up another
                                                            black dots on brown

Bottle Rockets #17, August 2007


Saturday, October 6, 2018

Haiku for Autumn



                                                              first glimpse of fall
                                                              what I planned to do . . .
                                                              what I did

                                                             slow line of traffic
                                                             above . . . the V formation
                                                             of geese

                                                             pelting the windshield
                                                             yellow poplar leaves
                                                             swished up by cars

Chrysanthemum 
Stylus Poetry Journal
Dragonfly

Haibun

TAKING STOCK    Something left unsaid  or incorrectly said. Some decision made or not made. A false start or no start. A wrong step. A mista...