Three Haiku – January 2, 2019

A beaver’s teeth marks

This tree will not stand for long

Windy mountain top.


Squirrel on wires

A few morning snowflakes fall

Sound of scratching claws.


Tree robbed of branches

To make room for power lines

Our priorities.


Three Haiku – December 28, 2018.

The sounds of cold rain

And my feet on damp soil

All else is quiet.


“Holly tree!” I cry

How glad I am that you grow

While the others sleep.


Music of the streams

This new rainfall spills their banks

They feed the salt marsh.