Haiku Archive

I try to let storms
stories of chases, of flight
hope for unity

sing to the kitties
immersing in the moment
possibilities

I saw the blue mass
they guard their posts — stand ready
you lay cleft at dawn

there are days in which
whisper of white oaks and fir
one drop fills my soul

self portraits are tough
of serendipity in
Pisano petals

sometimes do you feel
of moss, earth, stream, trees, and life
just beaming with joy

crow, quiet and still
puzzle possibilities
lemniscate in walls

paths beneath my feet
take a breath and do something
the squirrel tail scolds

you asked permission
just before this headland warmed
in a universe

the fractals of us
the tiny details abound
a moment will do