Haibun

                                                                           Walking the Path  

We walk the path on a breezy autumn day. It is peak season. The sky, an energetic blue, decorated with pillow clouds. Colors vibrant and many:  umber, russet, orange, burgundy, lemon yellow, tawny gold and colors for which I have no name.

                                                                      one step at a time

                                                                      our shadows merge

                                                                      into one

Leaves loosen their hold on trees and zip across the path, some grazing us as with a dry brush. Passing a copse of spruce the wind give voice.

                                                                    see Naples and die

                                                                    the meaning arrives

                                                                    with a rush of sound

 Presence

Haiku Sequence

Swan Lake at Pocontico Hills

November shadows

beneath the lake's surface

slow moving bass

a thousand suns

rippling across the lake

into one

leaves settling

on the black water

without a ripple

a misted sun

reflected in the lake

still the cold

Stylus Poetry Journal

Haibun

DREAMS

Often the same dream, unfolding contradictions.  In college, missing classes, wanting a car; out of college, no job, driving to class; graduating, quitting before the last year, late for class; riding the bus, walking fast, reading the want ads; feeling guilty , making plans for tomorrow, giving in to inertia and confusion.

early morning crows

not understanding

their anger or mine

Simply Haiku, Feb. 2009

Tanka Sequence

Happy Birthday

September 4, 1932—March 31, 2018

Falling

my dreamer’s dream

the fluff of fairy tales

and happy endings;

the fresh fragrance of you

like a May morning after rain

all that I feel

a lovely anguish

and a longing

relieved only by your kiss

and your arms encircling me

cheek touching cheek

your hand firm on my back

guides me as we dance;

our hearts falling 

into the same rhythm

Red Lights