Haiku Archive

some windows are but
you can feel it at the edge
in the winter sun

you gather right there
would be an interesting
at the tops of trees

even the clouds long
you yell and fight over it
utterly alive

I am so grateful
lead you to this perspective
to then turn around

my cedar waxwing
nodes in the past and future
destined for the soil

when I am running
glazing ice on leaf and limb
you — vast and beyond

you can let go now
just keep going — it is but
for it’s what I have

rain in the winter
smoothing bumps, magnifying
learning quarantunes

rain in the winter
droplets, the bubbles in air
good morning Glory

oh, oyster catcher
makes me feel like a kitten
it is my function