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