Saturday, December 31, 2016

without

winter rain -

without flowers

i draw one



Friday, December 30, 2016

nice

in the woods

how nice to be

just a shadow



Thursday, December 29, 2016

headlights

starless

the mountain erupts

with headlights



Wednesday, December 28, 2016

child

fingers dancing

a child draws stories

in the air



Tuesday, December 27, 2016

bouquets

bouquets
of
bare
branches
drip
p
i
n
g
rain


Monday, December 26, 2016

blue

faraway river
mountains of sky
to be blue with


Sunday, December 25, 2016

christmas

how much silence
can a valley hold?
christmas fog


Saturday, December 24, 2016

bow

north wind
deep in the fir
a dove bows


calm

just as before
it comes over me
evening calm


Thursday, December 22, 2016

cat

trying to rise
without waking the cat
winter morning


Wednesday, December 21, 2016

us

me
and the mountain 
winter solstice


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

traffic

holiday traffic

watching mountains grow

in the distance



Monday, December 19, 2016

mist

cold front

a heron steps

from the mist



Sunday, December 18, 2016

cypress

late day sun

an owl-shaped shadow

takes the cypress



Saturday, December 17, 2016

finally

chamomile tea
spiked with moonlight
finally alone


Friday, December 16, 2016

sky

with no path
i follow the sky
through an autumn day


Thursday, December 15, 2016

without

drinking white
instead of red
night without stars


Wednesday, December 14, 2016

why

someone's cairn
even if i knew why
the trail ends


Tuesday, December 13, 2016

bird shaped

a bird shaped tear
the ups and downs
of a spider's day


Monday, December 12, 2016

gulls

a boat returns
the evening above 
heavy with gulls


Sunday, December 11, 2016

band

a band of jays
everyone's song
but their own


Saturday, December 10, 2016

maestro

the maestro
i watch his body
shaping music 


Friday, December 9, 2016

age

fresh market
the age of the hand
buying apples


Wednesday, December 7, 2016

silver

moonlit
trail
slowly
catching
up
to
her
silver
hair


short

sweet morning air
a mosquito short
of perfection


Monday, December 5, 2016

returns

sweeping the walk
again and again
all that returns


Sunday, December 4, 2016

touching

feral cat
the color of our eyes
touching


Saturday, December 3, 2016

if not

over the pond
if not for a crow
the hawk's sky


sharing

almost winter
sharing rice
with a dove


Thursday, December 1, 2016

within

the sky within
a tangle of branches
a tattered nest


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

wind

ocean wind the shape of a tree's sound


Tuesday, November 29, 2016

curve

marsh blackbirds

in the curve of reeds

midday sun



Monday, November 28, 2016

gathering

Thank you, Kuniharu Shimizu _/\_
http://www.worldhaiku.net/wha_haiga/147/haiga147.html


eagle

an eagle climbs

the back of a cloud

autumn evening 



Sunday, November 27, 2016

forest

deep forest

afternoon passes

tree by tree



Saturday, November 26, 2016

midnight

midnight walk

following the dog's nose

through the park



Friday, November 25, 2016

canoe

gray morning

the sound of

a red canoe



Thursday, November 24, 2016

halfway

halfway there

a tail wind offers

the rest of the way



Wednesday, November 23, 2016

spark

a spark floats

to the forest floor

fall colors



Tuesday, November 22, 2016

slip

a hawk slips

between the colors

river twilight 



Monday, November 21, 2016

poet

after sixty

to become a poet

one fall day 

the lizard grows

a new tail


answers

all the answers
to night's questions
river sunrise


Sunday, November 20, 2016

touch

our shadows touch

then pass on by

northerly wind



Saturday, November 19, 2016

never

autumn haze

all i'll never know

about the sea



Friday, November 18, 2016

gravity

considering drought

the gravity

of a puddle



Thursday, November 17, 2016

ruins

water sounds 
  bridge ruins gather
      the evening tide


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

enough

city night

old enough to hear

a distant sea



Tuesday, November 15, 2016

tide line

tide line as far as night takes things


Monday, November 14, 2016

branch

old tree

my daydream reaches

the highest branch



Sunday, November 13, 2016

living

dead tree year after year the living