A Collection of Haiku
The ice thaws and cracks
Calmly the river begins
Winter drifts downstream
Guadalajara
Sweet jasmine climbs up the wall
Mariachis play
I am yin and yang
Sometimes one or the other
Better both at once
Hasty daffodils
A delicate glimpse of spring
As our youth - too brief
I have forgotten
Birthdays and dreams and names
But seldom a song
Spring never dies
Its progeny is summer
Bud to bright issue
he sits on a box
with pen and pad - dog beside
verse for the asking
A quail tips it’s head
Full-throated - it sends a call
The banter begins
With little in hand
And some to share with others
Enough is a feast
Swirling gracefulness
The music becomes her form
She dances out loud
On a wave-drenched rock
A seabird raises its wings
Plying wind to rise
Instinctive design
Geometry of the hive
Perfect without plan
Of pulse and power
I am made of the many
Of quiet and calm
Where can they find peace
Compassed by the ghetto walls
Nothing left of home
The oxymoron
Of indecent exposure
We’re born without shame
To be told one must
When there are so many ways
And none is more true
When nectar is spent
The sound of petals falling
Announces the fruit
a quail’s threefold song
as the day begins to warm
another responds
Invisible wall
That faith cannot penetrate
No ladders or gates
There's true excitement
When the circus comes to town
Shall we run away?
Spring is a tunesmith
You can tell by how birds sing
New glee in their songs
why would i dismay
when there is no remedy
or when there is one
without the heavens
the lake would have no color
clouds nowhere to sail
despite our penchants
we're more same than different
more one than many
in my prior life
before my lungs and mind filled
just mother's heartbeat
herded to the verge
refugees in their homeland
aggrieved and denied
nothing from anger
or pride or envy or greed
that would be perfect
at the edge of land
the incessant sea crashes
salt wind in my face
of all becoming
i trust possibility
the beauty of chance
the hungry children
[huddled in silence and fear]
are too weak to cry