December 2011 – tinywords

platelets— the trip we were planning to plan pub. credit: Modern Haiku 41:2 (2010)

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