roadside memorial
morning glories
ruffled by the wind
Author: Garry Eaton
Garry Eaton is a retired, jack-of-all-trades Canadian on the west coast of British Columbia. He has been practicing haiku since 2006. He is interested in the way the discipline is refocusing his attention on, and improving his appreciation of the gift of life.
flubbed grounder
the warmth of the benchwarmer’s place
on the bench
oxbow lake
a rusty horseshoe over
the missing door
change of trains
a busker hurries through
the minute waltz
long nights
of absinthe drinking
what’s left of the moon
its name painted out
the ghost town
water tower
dory crossing
the light labor
of a gull
clouds opening
the blue
of her eyes
the calendar
in a frozen summer house
August blooms
security convention
I lose myself
in the crowd
kite string
the hum of the wind
in my hand
listening to the game
on the riding mower
long drive to deep center
the light in the back
of the flower shop
winter moon
a sudden cold snap
the ducks stand together
on the lake