A Collection of Haiku
To hinder the hawk?
Starlings form a living cloud
A murmuration
How distant the moon
From the tide that it allures
So too her lover
The dark seas of sleep
Without a port or compass
No bearings matter
Lighting the daylight
In a violent instant
Accounted by thunder
Weather is our mood
But our personality
Must be the climate
Like seasons of years
The moon depends on the sun
And hope on the young
He's a musty work
Wedged between Poe and Whitman
Well-read and dog-eared
Slow - insidious
Mold inches up the damp wall
Quietly toxic
When young and aweless
She moved with a daring grace
Dancing like a flame
Sensibility
Reason is passion's servant
Love knows no measure
Some light through the woods
I think it is a meadow
Where lupine finds sun
What we hear of birds
Their calls warnings and frolics
Are sung not for us
When my new time comes
Plant my ashes in the woods
With wildflower seeds
The bird steals a web
(The spider left to wonder)
To bind its new nest
Still damp from the night
Her heart - like the palest rose
Is easily bruised
The Museum Club
Trees hold up the roof
No drinking on the dance floor
The walls tell of songs
What distance have I?
To a country beyond the tides
Or just over there
Where aspens quiver
Where the wind flows most freely
This is my country
A quesadilla
The secret begins and ends
With good tortillas
Prodigious blossom
The true purpose of yellow
Open and outward
Emily and Virginia
Their elegant worlds
Inherently unhindered
By canon or prose
As the leaves of beech
The days will replace themselves
New on old branches
Friendship of virtue
Love for one you do not need
Complete in its own
Is there liberty
In a world without countries
And no immigrants
My true gratitude
To need less than what I have
And have some to share
Does a poem sing
When it is not read or said
Does it rhyme alone
