haiku

sitting writing haikumy room seems cleaner--sound of children outside

standing on the pierthe water moving all around mei have to catch myself

lying on the pierhoping the bugs will find meunattractive

two loons on the lakeone dives below the surfacethe other follows

cranberry and toniccold and bitter, sweet and tarta welcome swallow

cold morning aircuts through my lungsencasing my soul

red morning sky --a tulip opensa tree dies

crocheted headbanda delicate crown for my queen --her mother's final gift

clear straight aheadblurred to the left and right --rainy day windows

big white labruns through the rain puddle tomuddy me with love

under the pinesa robin pecks at the groundpreparing breakfast

little orange cathappy to be petteduntil she's not

reaching for a stonedown by the old pond -- a splash!is that you, Bashō?

through the pinesthe sun rises to warm my day --one more day

sleepy through the woodson a cold wet morning << S N A K E ! >>a w a k e t h r o u g h t h e w o o d s

the world is uncleareverything's unfocused through amist-covered window

i see existenceas i never have before--an examined life

crickets chirpingin the pine grove at midnighta frog whistles

Four in the morningthe soothing call of a robinkeeping me awake

i searched for yearsand finally found my guidein the mirror