A Collection of Haiku
The promise of fall
All that is of seasons born
Eventual green
When I consider
How do I know what I know
By reason of what
from its many buds
i was expecting more fruit
than the year would yield
Made by caring hands
With sinew, reeds, and willow
Baby's cradle board
He has beads to sell
Sitting on a curb - pale-eyed
He pleads “por favor”
When I was a youth
Willing to starve for a rhyme
Craving little else
She is a prismThrough which the white light of dayBends into colors
She is a prism
Through which the white light of day
Bends into colors
Bare-limbed oaks of fall
Stronger from what they have lost
Nourishing themselves
Cones are almost ripe
As calls imbue the morning
Pinion jays rejoice
We have primal choice
A scropulous criminal
Or woman of grace
Why It Is Fall
Blooms release their seeds
Ponderosas quit their cones
All things back to earth
a shadow of its shadow
leans but does not fall
when it is winter
the seeds wait under the cold
but do not forget
first to the peanut
a parsimonious crow
departs with its prize
while in the washer
my clothes get so excited
they turn inside out
from the essence
the eternal feminine
lures to fruition
the fox is startled
its face stained with rabbit blood
it crouches - then darts
in a cadent gait
baggy suit - green fedora
he whistles Blue Moon
A charming blossom
Belies her struggle beneath
Potted and root-bound
scrupulous spider
waits on its gossamer net
a gnat flies headlong
Wherefor, I surmise
There are no secrets in art
It's meant be known
whatever the point
waste no time in its proving
time will forget it
The random bubble
Floating in perfect tension
Bursting with colors
Humiliation
Shares the same space as triumph
Lonely places both
No guise or design
Explains the storm’s confusion
The night is fractured
It rises for air
(a sudden splash of wonder)
Spouting sea skyward
spinning seeds of ash
the twilight shroud of summer
green lanterns floating
A turbulent ride
Aboard the covidcoaster
Not thrilled - but consumed
At Ketchikan Creek
The salmon will soon swim home
Odyssey of life
My fashion standards
To wear no tie - tuck no shirt
To not be the worst
