Haiku Cycles 2002

Haiku for the twelve
months of the year
from around the world.

black emptiness from the North Star to Orion -
night clouds' silent flight

In the clearing, a heap of vultures.
Watching at woods' edge, a lone fawn.

Dirt brown hillside beneath a gray sky;
two cardinals fly up the hill.

Tulips of a dozen colors
wave gently in time with the cool breeze.

Perched upon each forest hilltop,
houses in clearings with valley views.

Chasing away the neighbor's cat -
my lawn is full of young birds walking.

Highland cattle cooling down in the stream bed
ignore the jumping carp.

A pitcher of iced tea sweats on the tablecloth;
the wet circle spreads.

Low sun at late day; finally, a breeze.
The lake glitters at its touch.

Harvested fields - the sight is bittersweet this year.
Mother loved harvest time.

Below wind-whipped overhanging bank
the rainbow trout swim slowly now.

The downstairs floorboards groan
when everyone comes home for the holidays.