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.
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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.
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.
Three Haiku – July 18, 2016
My mind still wanders
In that desert of red rock
Painted by sunlight.
Thunder on the plains
I am laid bare before you
This time unafraid.
Walking with the moon
Otherwise, I am alone
Tonight I don’t mind.
Three Haiku – July 13, 2016
So many stars here
At home they are blotted out
By garish street lights.
Let the iron rust
And roots grow through the concrete-
Nature will reclaim.
Like each blade of grass
Reaches for the morning sun
So I reach for you.
Three Haiku – July 12, 2016
Your hair was still wet
When I saw you that morning-
Like dew on flowers.
Stories on your skin
I wish you’d write my name there
In the darkest ink.
Fold up your smile
I’ll keep it in my pocket
Saved for a dark day.
