Thursday, February 25, 2010

First Haibun

I'm awake late this morning as usual, and I open the blinds to converse with the sun. A sliding glass door keeps me in, but the sunlit view floods into my dining room like an old friend in no need of an invitation. Delighted with the company, I stand and enjoy my good fortune. My full coffee mug warms me, but my bones ache at the sight of the cold beauty in front of me. Everything is just where it was yesterday morning, but today's visitor is unlike any other.

surrounded by wood
frozen and snow-capped in line
nails in a bare deck

Haiku in my Journal

climbing trees with friends
playing king of the forest
young poison ivy

hurry up!
white clouds race across
the blue sky

the red leaf defies
the inevitable fall
clinging to life

loud and indignant
the crow protests my presence
as if I can't hear

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Sweet Song

how sweet should he sing?
what lyrics would fill his tune?
little hummingbird

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Coo -- Coo

lonely song
of the waning day
mourning dove

Friday, March 13, 2009

the peering

snow glows all quiet
like the peering of a deer
in the darkish night

Monday, February 02, 2009

Nature Poetry Worth Remembering

The bright moon lights the path
through the gray woods
From the unlit depths of the hollow
comes the soft sound of broken water
A faint brightness
or is it a low cloud
within the eastern sky
The earth is hushed

Harlan Hubbard
from his journal entry for February 2, 1953

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The View Through My Railing

snow stacked up neatly
icicles hung in a row
Winter brings order

On My Deck

ice is all abloom
on dead chrysanthemum stalks
Winter is reborn

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The fall of Winter

frozen flecks of white
on fallen color swatches
autumnal snowfall

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Friday, August 08, 2008

Thursday, August 07, 2008

It's a Boy!






I've been raising 2 black swallowtail caterpillars on a diet of queen anne's lace. The first one crawled out of his chrysalis this morning. He's a beautiful male adult black swallowtail!

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Waxing and Waning

dropping down into
waning colors of sunset
waxing crescent moon

The Shadow's Crow

the crow followed his shadow everywhere
and when his shadow disappeared
the crow sat down and rested