The summer garden may be going to seed but we’re here with a fresh supply of poems to sustain us through the end of the year.
somewhere between
loneliness and solitude
a seagull’s cry
tapping trail dust
from the harmonica . . .
twilight stars
meteor shower
everyone complains
about the moon
Perseids
counting
mosquitoes
ancient night . . .
what i know in the daylight
disappears
summer solstice —
the glint of a buzzard’s wings
beneath the virga
circling
a word find —
the end of summer
First day of autumn
a sunflower turns
back toward earth
have I used it well
this life . . .
thunderclap —
the past tense he uses
to describe me
first drizzle …
all that was left unsaid
in your eyes
(haiga)
lightning
on a hedgehog’s spikes
raindrops
(originally appeared in 120th WHA Haiga Contest, May 2014)
evening news
two crows on the rim
of a satellite dish