seasons of haiku
a yearlong task, some fun with
illumination
January
legs pound down a road
winding tunnel, winter trees
draw breath in cold air
icy running brook
moss sparkles under water
january sun
sunspots in the air
many creatures, many minds
dance and sing the earth
clean the fast food sink
awareness, detergent rant
solvent for the oil
February
bare distant drumlin
rime on wet dirt, light brown grass
sledding tracks are gone
March
patter splat rustle
trees shake lightning wind downpour
hush patter rustle
business march tempo
an hour robbed the wrong way
by moon's quiet light
parrying eyes pass
in speeding cars side by side
parallel windows
maple squirrel runs
patches of snow melt on leaves
march shadows circle
march lawn asunder
water, transparent puddles
mirror clouds and wind
sitting in the sun
two cords green wood in a pile
homemade gumbo lunch
stacking cords of wood
raking wet leaves into piles
everybody grunt
snow on mourning doves
huddle against a cold wind
two pecking wet ground
fire in the wood stove
people sprawl on old cushions
pup sleeps on his back
April
trees clash and rattle
branches grapple and parry
april gust of wind
ants on the table
baklava and black coffee
early morning sun
april dog snoozes
stretched out in the sun, above
flower bulbs at work
May
roadside invasion
roots of iron, will of steel
honeysuckle bloom
June
quadratic wordplay
fencing with thoughts from the past
disappears with age
July
beacon in the door
no subtle light, my son asks
a direct question
zeus is in the hood
throwing thunderbolts at trees
pelting rain on us
natural language
tree frogs singing sweet july
wet hot night air sounds
dream and wake, some of
these thoughts, those thoughts, two places'
stories balance time
speak your love out loud
speak it for eternity
love lives forever
August
dry cut stubble grass
scattered cubes, brown on hillside
hay bales in the sun
September
gentle shades confuse
fall releasing summer light
wind leaving the ground
October
trouble gains hold, in
fits it starts, and openness
can't find permanence
soon too cold for life
these insects will not hover
darting in the sun
vegetables mingle
telling exotic stories
crockpot never boils
November
spiral dancing motes
the last days of october
only lightly swarm
loud chop, maul splits wood
blue november sky awaits
brightly, crack of dawn
warm november air
caribbean gust and squall
ten more mosquitos
ducking fog across
cold wet ground, dog lopes sniffing
invisible things
old white dog wolfs down
squirrely oblong lozenge
curls up with less pain
petit dejeuner
un reve de matin perdu
les bananes ont fui
this clay poetry
recorded in a moment
zen wheel, stone turning
December
snow outside, too cold
cat before dog water bowl
sits contemplating
birds sing in a tree
friends chattering on the phone
easy talk is cheap
free range emotion
herds swirl lost between tall trees
coming home to rest
only once exists
a nemesis that keeps on
coming back for more
how many tons of
carbon for a one carat
diamond? expensive!
blues haiku guitar
band alive and living beat
notes lead play in time