endings

year's end 

deep in the mountains

my fire burns blue

i listen to endings

with an old black cat

Happy New Year!

grace

smoky mountains

a flower’s grace

six months past

birds

arctic day

all the quiet

filled by birds

tears

trail of tears

the snow moon

is so cold

mouse

winter mouse

all the tiny holes

in my umbrella

redbird

dark winter day

i hear the redbird 

with my heart

beauty

awakened

by a silent sound

winter night

the spare beauty

of everything

tattoo

valley trees  my next tattoo  etched in fog

face

face to face

with a low hanging sky

morning breath

whisper

trying to make

my footsteps whisper

silent forest

imagination

imagination hiking deeper into it

mourning

bare limbs at dusk

the gentle mourning

of one dove

karma

mountains of leaves

raked into piles

evening wind

peace

snowy forest

the peace i seek

finds me

tracks

tracks in the snow

a coyote deepens

mine

with

i rise 

with mountains

autumn dawn

no longer

morning fog

all i no longer

remember

case

sound by sound

the case against sleep

night storm

pause

creek crossing

i pause halfway

for a song

answer

as if every answer is blue wilderness sky

galaxy

one

rake

a

galaxy

of

fallen

leaves

blackbirds

autumn

a field of cloud shadows

full of blackbirds

too far

moonlit water

a stone’s throw

too far

dream

sketching a dream

before it’s gone

incoming tide

thanksgiving

thanksgiving

a stranger’s baby

bubbles at me

sound

new moon

the colour of

every sound

home

candlelight

in the window

coming home

bottle

pouring sunset

from a beer bottle

the first star

cold

down river

the last light dims

cold autumn night

jump

sunset two fish jumping into the sound

quiver

yesterday’s rain

dawn quivers

on my lashes

white

full of fog

morning flows on

white with sounds

popcorn

empty hallway

i breathe the thought

of someone’s popcorn

open

open window

the cool fall air

i lie down with

heron

for a moment

i am the heron

first light

hurricane

hurricane relief

the ripening of

holly berries

blue

cool blue air

though an open door

autumn evening

death

my friend’s death . . 

walking her dog

through moonlight

hospice

one duck floats

on a cloudless sky

hospice pond

blooming

wisteria

mother son granddaughter

blooming

again

the same trail

the same old friend

night again

stranger

public gardens

i pass through the scent

of a stranger

cicada

one cicada

then another

september eve

rush hour

rush hour

our echoes meet

in the stairwell

plastics

coastal flood warning

the reanimation 

of plastics

lonely

one duck

tonight the river

has a lonely voice

deep nowhere

http://www.haikuhut.com/FailedHaikuIssue22.pdf

dawn

cinnamon tea

drinking the scent

of dawn

rebuilding

hurricane season

the rhythms of

rebuilding

calm

sunrise

my reflection knows

the river’s calm