Haiku Practicing


where will we land now?
flight diverted by wind shears
weather patterns shift

street food and music
chile ristras, adobe
with turquoise accents


graceful arching back
fingers curling drumbeats in
the air—her feet stomp

gently touching me
silver maples in
autumn night breeze

flies landed on me
but I had no offerings
forest is quiet

searching for morning
glories in frozen grasses
chickens hunt for bugs


Summer in the yard
Praying mantis locks green eyes
Sandhill cranes bugle


First Autumn
In bird song


Perseids vanish
Equanimity lost in
Wishes on a star


Arch hiss growl spit scratch
Fierce and tiny kittens meet
The dogs who live here


Molecules separate–see!
Looking without looking


People say hello
Dogs pant in hot sun, no breeze
Bear scat on the trail


Purple potatoes
Bistro breakfast harvested
Under ashen skies


Air conditioning inside
No life in dead trees

Gentle rains sprinkle
Summer dark greens and browns
Parched hearts beg for more

I rebel
against seventeen syllables
and rules

delicate balance
weeping for humanity
little blue planet

nuthatch in the air
chipmunk runs across the log
autumn in the pines

geese fly overhead
mail delivery announces
end of summer sale!

shrouded pearly fog
vulnerable old woman
unseen in winter

water in motion
wind and light dancing above
fish swimming below

autumn sky washed blue
by thundering clouds rolling
towards the mountains