A Collection of Haiku
Consigned to the flow
In the cold current of night
Dreams stir in eddies
beautiful tension
the drop just before it falls
increasing - then plop!
beyond what we see
perpetual and certain
new waves are forming
unpretentiousness
all praise to the common folk
and their humble kind
each day at twilight
calls for assembly go out
quail roost in the tree
She speaks so little
labored words come haltingly
but o when she sings!
how i wept for it
the giant suffocated
skinned and dismembered
through an old window
the imperfect glass distorts
to see but not know
amid this vastness
with all connected creatures
each has its own world
in a gentle rain
the day remits and lingers
whist simplicity
ably protean
flowing - frozen - vaporized
water will concede
On seeing a flock
sixty house finches
more or less - what use to count
feed on winter's seeds
delicate hoarfrost
melts with noon's apricity
rain forms on bare limbs
the winds will foretell
when the violence is nigh
trees will bend in fear
The light that we see
Born of primordial stars
Already expired
Umwelt
each creature its own
vision - smell - hearing and touch
as much as it needs
With each of my steps
The perpetual passage
Am I near or far
A dusty attic
Where the old things are consigned
Bygone yet still dear
in this we're common
whenever and anywhere
we all come from blooms
pure light of a star
spans across space for eons
impeded by earth
Don't count them as lost
Those things you don't remember
They remember you
a covey of quail
do they chuckle about me
as they scoot away
a hero's pursuit
across vast and foreign lands
in search of his lot
the three-legged dog
knows nothing of our pity
as she wags her tail
equanimous cat
crouches in the tall dry grass
the mouse had no chance
the rewarding part
whatever i've learned and lost
i am still in school
we the incautious
see what we've done to the sky
that hangs so heavy
consider what lies
at the center of your map
you or somewhere else
hunting raspberries
where the sun and rain are right
swelling until sweet
Morning in the woods
Barren - quiet - hibernal
A gray fox leaves tracks