Will I make her
Tell me twice, three times, more, before
I take a Sunday nap?
Haiku
Freshening…
Micro-flakes falling,
Barely seen, slowly accumulating.
Freshening Valentin’s snow.
Lost and gone
Three haikus born on commute,
At work abandoned, then forgotten.
Gone forever haunting…
Where…
Where is the haiku
Sitting on your shoulder it still asks,
Coming says the haiku?
Winter Magic
Smoke on the river
Frozen over, trees dressed in white.
Magic in winter’s night.
Winter Day
Cold, still world
Without any warmth
Only the heat of hatred
It’s a hoot…
Barred owls call and answer
Chuttering tales of night time hunts
Early Autumn walking.
For life
Great Blue Heron, slowly stalking
Strikes, one is taken, one lives on
Blue Heron, poised, ready
Dropping…
Early spring rains,
Your cherry blossom iridescence.
Lost on the ground
Temperatures dropping, like cherry blossoms at the tidal basin. A taste of spring and then back to bundling up. A reminder not to rush the planting season by putting flowers out too soon.
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White Heron
Lone white heron loping
over winter’s blackcold water
on tai chi wings.
Might evoke many images one of which could describe today’s journey to witness, lend support to, the Base Realignment and Closing (BRAC) Committee’s hearings in Boston.
Base realignment and closing. A miscalculated consideration of dollars because people’s lives are not monetarially valuable. Disruption, displacement and dislocation are not concerns nor is the affect on those who have served and settled near these expendable bases.
Haiku Journey 