Three Haiku – October 8, 2018

No cries of sea birds

Steel, concrete, and car exhaust

New Jersey marshlands.


Food loses savor

And my ribs begin to show

This anxiety.


Mist shrouded tree trunks

Wet leaves glisten – fungi sprout

Early autumn damp.


Three Haiku- August 12, 2016

Three ospreys fishing

The heron on the sandbar

Is content to rest.


This love’s so vivid

I must have been colorblind

My eyes overwhelmed.


I once saw two trees

Birch and oak, their roots entwined

They grew in embrace.