I don't do much with haiku but wanted to try to do a haiku a day to get my poetic flow going again. So I will just add to this page-hopefully daily.
April 1...
Sleepless last night
coyote pups yip
tumbling sound into the night
car growls, later doves
April 2...
Cedars chop bright fog
green fields spread out for a feast
I drive to the sun
April 3...
snow petals echo
on magnolia branches
frogs in cold water
April 4/5...
red buds on blue sky
brief flash overrun by green
snakes on warm rocks soon
morning sky curved moon
trees upside down in the pond
better than the things?
April 7...
Tall candle from bees
burning but always with us
moon almost empty
quick hail
drops clack on the roof
lightning stirring in the clouds
then greening silence
dusk...
water drains dusk light
robins sing to each other
busy wren to itself
April 10...
lecturing, eyes fly
away to the white topped trees
petals fall in rain
green shoots from branches
hurrying in the warm rain
listen fireworks!
April 13...
Spring green shoots rising
light the dark around the trees
fireflies in July
April 14...
gulls wheel in pink dawn
over the cold spring furrow
white grubs in the muck
Been awhile thanks to end of semester stuff and family issues...
April 20...
yellow paper lips
call me to outside myself
irony, gold mouth.
April 22…
the bird riffs morning
must be serious business
if the singer hides
April 25...
grass laden geese pair
wings kissing baby leafed trees
echos to the east
We
have had a spate of bad weather but today was sunny and I found these
wonderful lilies along the path to my office. One of the campus
groundskeepers said that these flowers smell like skunk. I couldn't
detect it. I am one of those people that enjoys the musk scent of skunk
and just thinking about it triggered memories...hence
orange skunk lily
no divine scent from its robes
musk woods remembered.
April 26...
Driving to work, many times I get frustrated because I can't stop and
look at the trees along the the route-divided highway with impatient
drivers. What's really frustrating as a photographer is that often in
the morning I hit this road just when the light is perfect for certain
types of shots-yesterday for instance. There was this one view where
there was a roadcut into the rock and these young trees with their
golden green leaves perfectly illumed by the early sun's light. Light
also glinting on the freshly wet rock. Of course in a flash both they
and I moved on.
gold leaves waxy young
the frustration of April
scribbles on work scrap
April 27...
drops shake in the wind
look quickly before they join
my knees wet with mud