platelets—
the trip we were planning
to plan
pub. credit: Modern Haiku 41:2 (2010)
Month: December 2011
anniversary
roses in a vase
drying together
light falling everywhere ? ? ?in its own place — summer’s end (haiga)
migrating geese—
wind flaps the scarecrow?s
empty sleeves
leaves changing a language i can’t fully grasp
Skype—
my parents describe
the harvest moon
home from the city–
waiting at the station
Orion
milkweed
leaving everything
behind
waltzing matilda two beats ahead of the rain
my journey begins:
a few snowflakes
flutter in the breeze
how do they manage
migrating geese taking only
their shadows
airplane window
mountains move
slowly past
Slime trail—
glancing back at
the glinting
just because
the sky is navigable—
thistledown
alone at last
she chooses the road
less travelled…
in her wind-blown hair
salt air and wildflowers
(haiga)
scenic route
i brake
for a maple leaf
moonlight on aster
i take
the long way home
early bus—
catching my reflection
in the police van window
the climb
over barbed wire…
trumpet vine
just past mauve ? ? paddling hard for a dark shore (haiga)
loneliness
the boat finding
its own way
at the top of the hill
I am still
the same size