same obsessions
the amaryllis blooms
stone lion
broken paw . . . .
weeks since i passed this way
snow falls
i remind myself
nothing is expected of me
i had a thought
but then
i forgot it
sometimes i think
the mirror
laughs at me
wondering…
what is the difference between
me and a cloud
listen
under the snow
a flower is being born
long ago
i was here
this tree was also here
now we are older
we laugh more
we laugh everyday
in the dream
i cook with seeds
flowers bloom inside me
today
the windows are open
easy to touch the clouds
early morning walk
birds birds birds
that is all … that is everything
four months
since i walked this path
i hardly recognize myself
early morning walk
a herd of busses stand
tail to trunk
waiting//waiting//waiting//being
descendants of ancient rocks
we turn our weary faces
toward the sun
left at the curb
my neighbor’s red silk dancing shoes ….
bits and bits of snow
passing the old-old house
hollyhocks
just a memory
tree stump — forgive me
i can’t remember
when you were a tree
dry fields
muddy fields
always the cows
lighting incense
an offering to the
midnight moon
who would i be
if my grandfather
had played the fiddle?
abandoned shed
splintering ….
daisies here and there
wooden bowl
stained purple
last summer’s berries
waiting in line so long
the bread gets moldy
(bakery dream)
going down Linn Street
remembering my sister long ago
in her pink suede hot-pants
walking under magnolias i am lighter
my neighbor’s yard
a Buddha statue ….
i stop grumbling
sharing the room
with a big black fly
this won’t end well
walking a path
around the rug
an inward journey
last night
the moon and me
later …. just the moon
early morning walk
determined not to find haiku ….
i don’t
zooming around the room
a great big fly
i hesitate to yawn widely
early morning walk
irises irises irises
no heron
my room
designed to fit inside a
haiku
the stillness of
5:30 a.m.
just me and my heartbeat
peonies pushing past the post
under my new wide-brimmed hat
walking farther
faster
almost-summer walk
a pair of ice skates abandoned
by the creek
little detours around each puddle
my tiny haiku notebook
still swollen with
tuesday's rain
black bear in the road
turns out to be
an overturned trash can
a new car
in my neighbor's driveway . . . .
i'm just curious
--
early morning walk
the air heavy with just-about-to-rain
a neighbor has planted a water fountain in her front yard
gurgle gurgle
another overturned plastic cup
the ants go in the ants go out
--
just before sleep ...
"my dear" she says
inside my head ...
and i sleep all night
wrapped in her laugh
how cleverly
we avoid one another
the squirrels and i
it was a ho-hum walk
until you arrived
! cardinal !
late August morning
a cool breeze
the scent of loss
old friend
i didn't recognize you
until i saw your earrings
pretending
i don’t mind . . . .
rainy day
how cleverly
we avoid one another
the squirrels and i
it was a ho-hum walk
until you arrived
! cardinal !
late August morning
a cool breeze
the scent of loss
old friend
i didn't recognize you
until i saw your earrings
pretending
i don’t mind . . . .
rainy day
