Three Haiku – July 29, 2016

The low hanging moon

Just above the crashing tide

Admiring her work


God speaks in bird song

That is, if he speaks at all

I answer in verse.


My soul like snake skin

I leave my old self behind

Something new entire.


Three Haiku, July 26, 2016

My friend died alone.

Some dark road at Christmas time

Only now I mourn.


No sleep anymore

But the most beautiful dreams

When the sun runs off.


When will you return?

Across the lonesome ocean

Unanswered letters.