three crab-apple sisters
standing close together
lichen on their dead branches
and on their live ones
tiny yellow fruit
Halfway to Imbolc Square Haiku
what a difference
an extra hour of sun
creates within
I Met Berserk (After Wallace Stevens)
Through the rain
And the lights
I met myself
I met berserk
On the traffic island between fifth and main
“you have so much left to learn” he told me,
Taking hold of the scruff of my neck
And shaking
And shaking
[This is a stub. It echoes three poems: one that I wrote in high school, which was inspired “Anecdote of the Prince of Peacocks,” by Wallace Stevens; and also The Great Figure, by William Carlos Williams]
November Haiku
the mind is silent
sun slants into afternoon
the air, almost warm
bare branches tracing
against a cloudless, pale sky
sun sets them glowing
September is the Gentlest Month Haiku
on Boston Common
sun shines the same on us all:
squirrels, humans, water
Youthful Heart Haiku
in the dappled shade
black and white kitty finds joy
chasing her own tail
Wild Turkeys Haiku
three turkeys forage
along the side of the road
on my way to work
Fire and the Love Eye
fire destroys everything in its path
transforms it to ash
the love eye transforms
without destroying
Descending Into Silence
the eye turns inward
grass rises, luminous, soft as spring
the mouth closes
the heart
— hearing
opens
Three San Francisco Haiku: Phoenix Hotel in the Tenderloin
Three haiku at the Phoenix Hotel on the edge of the Tenderloin
san francisco streets
wrought iron gate, open sky
urban oasis
blue mosaic pool
low chairs arranged artfully
artwork, fountains, fire
outside, the homeless
squeal of buses, 6am
unmerited gifts
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