Haiku

gale—

a bent umbrella

a bird’s wing

 

 

 

summer grammar

declines the word love

through all its cases

 

 

archery—

swallows shoot up

to the clouds

 

 

 

snow

joins sky and earth

your email

 

 

 

expecting

more and more light

in your eyes

 

 

 

ting… ting

autumn wind swinging

the Japanese chimes

 

 

 

calisthenics

a dandelion

flexes its little leaves

 

 

 

home again

who’s taller—the boy

or the sunflower

 

 

 

calendar

anything can happen

on a new leaf

 

 

 

sweltering

the stars crowd in

through the window

 

 

 

wedding shoot

the mirabelle in bloom

the most beautiful

 

 

morning tram

between us

the down jackets

 

 

 

eyes half shut—

in the garden the forsythia

already in bloom

 

 

 

bare trees

suddenly so many houses

so many nests

 

 

 

scent of wood

drifting from the chimney

autumn fog

 

 

 

cold hands

every glove

an odd one

 

 

 

hay bales

rolling, rolling

toward the sun

 

 

 

sunflower fields

in even rows

a great army

 

 

 

scorching sun

spinning between the clouds

a carousel

 

 

 

narrow alley

hard to breathe

autumn fog

 

 

 

parting—

from the branch the last leaf

tears itself away

 

 

 

falling leaves

I turn the hourglass

on its head

 

 

 

cold wind

snuffs out the grave candle

is that it?

 

 

 

autumn pond

the angler’s flashing lure

catches her eye

 

 

 

dark, darkest

now how to divide

day from night

 

 

 

Valentine’s Day

the red dress

missing a button

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