6/3

June 3, 2016

the forest is still as birds hold their tongues in common wish

A few haiku on having and not having

June 28, 2014

The cup I hold is
three quarters full;

May 28, 2014

One thousand ghosts
assault me in the parking lot,
begging to be said.

April 27, 2014

Leafbuds half uncurled,
chilled in the spring air, await
their liberation.

April 25, 2014

Cars, haughty and rushed,
hiding drivers’ eyes and thoughts
from the pensive sea.

April 20, 2014

Do tulips still grow
in the back by the swings?
Last I saw, their clumps had expanded

April 17, 2014

Forest floor beneath,
suspended within the green,

April 12, 2014

Pond shines back moonlight
outlining hemlock branches
turtle slips beneath.

April 11, 2014

Towering hemlocks, rings of light stirring the pond, silent as the moon.