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- September 30th, 2018

I woke this morning

Baptized by chilly dew drops

Nature’s kiss at dawn


Fragile as a moth

Or the hollow bones of birds

No, this hope is steel


First chill of autumn

Chairs inch closer and closer

To the dying fire.