Wisconsin Opener

blaze orange and bacon
returning to the north woods
anticipation

mumble

sneaking into fall
spirit of January

solstice coming

darkness falls early
spirits dancing through the night
snow slowly drifts by

feild

goose wings fluttering
the doe and her young watching
they land one by one

the days after

with cold winds blowing
summer feels like a lost dream
trudging through the snow

January in november

rain instead of snow
heavy grey clouds on monday
covering with ice

Sunday walk

sun light on fresh snow
finding small forgotten streams
walking wet red roads

November cold

with windows singing
old man winter is riding
checking his domain

hunting

stepping through the woods
To the beat of the seasons

friday

the drum beat of  fall
walking light through the seasons
clouds dressing the moon

Linda

tatters of a storm
messages from one beyond
bring tears from the heart

Late october

frost on the pumpkin
row upon row of field corn
yellow light of fall

Hallows eve

Hallows eve sets free
old world spirits dressed as children
and old jack smiles

autumn sun

walking an old road
bare trees sighing in the wind
sunday afternoon

Tuesday

sword shield and polearm
the sweet smell of my helmet
Nordskogen fight night

morning morning

shadows on my mind

may my heart glow like the sun

dispelling my doubt

old time traditions

side walk candle light
pumpkins leering at the night
old house guardians

pondering fall

red leaves on the wind
you cannot force a haiku
waiting for the words

in the lodge

guard your spoken words
they go where you cannot
healing or harming

last breath

warm breezy fall day
red leaves falling down like snow
true colors shining

hammond exit

red trees in brown grass
buffalo wearing winter coats
watch the cars go by

Sunday Morning

 I hear in my bed
crows calling out our window
murder in the yard

fall trees shuddering
red leaves littering the grass

fall day

a leaf on the wind
floating here fluttering there
while stones are watching

Lunar eclipse

difficult to drive
watching the moon in shadow
wearing a red cloak

Snow in october

shiny wet asphalt
wet snow running down window
to early for this

october

cold west wind biting
small trees swaying to the beat
cleaning my backyard

Way home

driving in the rain
pondering the days events
enjoying silence

stepping

rain rings on pavement
yearning for tin roof porches
wood smoke  and coffee

Eagles on the rush

eagles in bare trees
autumn light on headwaters
a convocation

Waiting for boy

reading my novel
bird shadows on a block wall
calling my notice

eh

sitting on a sheep
watching mothers cloud display

sitting on a sheep

purple lazy clouds
drifting by on a pink sky
birds calling the dawn

new moon

Dark clouds dark morning
Moonless night bringing dark dreams
making me wonder

The Owl

sitting on the road
waiting for the right moment
owl in the night

Brutus poops

while dog is squatting
I watch the king butterfly
float on a south wind

Off ramp surprise

beauty of movement
sparrows dancing a ballet
a moment captured

Sun rise on the rush

frozen Dew on grass
orange and yellow among green
first brush strokes of fall

early

red deer turning brown
fall sneaking into summer
winter is waiting

forgotten pool

water rocks talking
under limestone ledge it waits
river king charlie

stormy afternoon

Wind dancing birds hide

Light running down my window

Spring storm in summer

Sunday Morning

watching my line float
listening to the water
waiting for the strike

black caps

green patches in light
nettle thorn and mosquito
guarding wild berries

Rush Rver

black spots with red fins
hiding under rocks and logs
river of spirits

Hay field

emerging from woods
I startle the young red buck
he snorts I chuckle

fields

purple and yellow
color in a sea of green
summer time flowers

Gift of the trees

Green Stars at twilight
Here, there, floating in and out
fire flies be dancing

drive home

Streaks on horizon

Light blue orange red and grey

Rain seeking release

Latley

morning sky shadows
little beaks pestering me
mister crow flies on

little island

watching my line move
feeling the bump of a trout
the river and I

swollen river talks
red wing black bird sings of love
canary tends young

pastures

twisted hollow trees
on a swollen brown river
lime stone face watches

Early morning fishing

mist in the morning
hunting little river ghosts
leeks watch me fishing

Bus Stop

Vulture and crow dance
out of pines they ebb and flow
phantom passenger

spring storm

clouds filled with thunder
rolling past me one by one
dancing with the wind

getting a cart

bright pink on grey tile
waiting to be discarded
forgotten blossom

before work

cold wet grey morning
robins break the sound of snow
new day out my door

moment

rain and gravity
feeding the plants of summer
waking from their sleep

circles

in every puddle
possibility for life
star light reflected

monday rain

stop lights in puddles
rain running up my wind shield
damp eagle waiting

mee and the wood chuck is three

hunting for brown trout
I see a wood chuck ambling
the sun sneaks a peek

leeks, mmmm

soft earth and green leaves
slipping through the trees looking
treasures of the plate

experience

on the rivers edge
 old man unfurling his line
a dance in sunlight

browns

shadows in water
hiding under riffles and waves
waiting for mayflies

100 haiku and the frogs

sound of frogs singing
the river jumping on stones,
fishermans silence

river trail

sunny April day
fishermen and garter snake
startle each other

I found an osprey

coal train rumbling north
old man river moving south
an osprey at home

easter morning

orange sun, blue clouds
horses in mist covered fields
in the mallards wake

freeway pond

rain slipping through clouds
pavement howling cars race by
white crane peeking out

three little pigs play

parents pressed in chairs
little pigs and xylophones
my daughter smiling

trout magic

gold light, green nettles
white little wings cascading,
trout rings on water

walking the dog

tapping of water
droplets falling off my hat
 finally spring rain

No MOre

pretty in autumn
fragile snowflakes lightly fall
not so in april

after work

bare branches glowing
last river ice has fled south
eagle with halo

before school

monday morning rush
kids fighting with each other
bananas waiting

last of syrup making

eagles circle pines
geese and swans yelling through grass
we tend the oak fire

Waiting for the light

south wind blows spring air
spotted eagle glides over
cars waiting for green

APril wind

twisting trees waving
crows fighting into the wind
time to fly a kite

Spotted eagles

spotted wings flared wide
       young
          eagles
              dive

tuesday

grinding tools all day
rivers running through my mind
filled with spotted fish

afternoon moon

half moon in the sky
pouring out puffy white clouds
sunny afternoon

My street

last bits of winter
snow fleeing down the gutters
spring sun in my heart

afternoon

children playing games

late afternoon light warming

thunder birds circle

Sugar shack

old creek creeping by
wood smoke and tree sap simmering
waiting for sugar

fly shops

hackles hurls and hooks
long thin fly poles, floating line
browns brooks and steelhead

dinner party

Birds dancing in snow
vulture crashes the crows feast
feathers swirling up

thunder bird

closing on white field
wings held  wide, a great bird,
crows swirling, hawk watches

birds at night

hazy orange lights
storm clouds rolling in the dark
birds singing to night

Hawk

spring day, ice stones fall.
red tailed hawk facing the storm
where has the green gone

fishing

on the waters edge
waiting to fight the river
chasing little fish

silly nurse

phone calls of worry
bloody lip cut by ice knife
boy hood adventures

last night

clouds
  thick with
 w a t e r

sunset

rain drops and sage smoke
evening prayers whispered slow
tobacco and faith

Shoto dam

fishing the trout run
red willow guarding the bank
cigar smoke and stout

weekend

seagulls on red glass
my shadow reaching far west
greeting the new sun

grandparents

puddle in the snow
thinking of my grandparents
swing and hibiscus

crow watching

empty little nests
cradles dancing in the wind
star eyed crow watching

drive home

discarded bottles
broken tires, bags flying free
harbingers of spring

I

my reality
see it with my eyes, hear it
smell it, taste it, I

Monday

gray clouds unwanted
early spring snow, eyes made lead
why always monday?

prairie sailboat

red bottom white top
lost in the plains of white snow
sailboat on a hill

exit door

brown exit waiting
paint peeling to reveal steel
fire door do not block

toddler haiku

screaming toddler flails
small boots flying to freedom
smiling dad nervous

sun at my back, Haiku

new sun chasing me
setting everything bright orange
driving into fire

hmm Haiku

 blank piece of paper
looking for words lost in time
where has my muse gone?

Haiku

with trees applauding
moon dances on rotting ice
night time festival

spring Snow devil

snow devils dancing
for a moment twisting white
solace in absence

Post PAts Haiku

drifting through a day
 thinking of yesterdays fun,
recuperating

St Pats Haiku

anticipation
off to a day full of song
happy saint pats day

reflection of a
reflection greeting the dawn
daybreak in my eyes

last night

lunar light on snow
driving through another world
watching for werewolves

Haiku

chickadee  hide out
forgotten pond, huddled trees
a world of no men

hiding from the sun
missing the life forgotten

waiting room hell

other peoples words
penetrate me while they talk
ripples in my mind

Snow men

looking for omens
withered snowmen all I find
into the unknown

Leaves

spring air advances
my haiku is not with me
it races with leaves

Haiku

 day of wind and sun
fluffy clouds cutting the sky
streams of snow fleeing

haiku

pregnant moon blushing
running through the hills smiling
ready for slumber

Haiku

waiting patiently
the beauty of water stains
deep in the factory

haiku

staring into the dark
filled with doubt wondering
looking for the sun

haiku

staring at the sun
I feel the heat in my soul
eys blind but looking

Haiku

reflecting the world

puddles trapped within themselves, 

waiting to be free

haiku

lamp lights reflected
branches reaching to heaven
cracks in the night sky

Haiku

snow covered river
sliding down the hills laughing
filling the forest

Haiku

plodding through the woods
taking off her hat, she hears
the trees whispering

Haiku

spring sunshine, what warmth
I smell water escaping
even from my cage

haiku

outriders of spring
at a winter oasis
washing off winter

haiku

bright afternoon sun
shadows flying through shadows
crow and tree are one

haiku

wet spot on the floor
turns into worry and doubt,
looking through darkness

Haiku

first ray of sun light
bringing possibilities
of a day new born

haiku

some of my haiku
are moths, some are butterflies
all have fragile wings

haiku

I spotted the smell
of a memory today,
my old tackle box

haiku

messengers of love
white wings lost in a gray sky,
have you no refuge?

Haiku

buried amongst the stone
becoming something more,
I saw the unknown

those moments of clarity
when time stops, and you see
 with your heart

haiku

slender bare branches
peeking into the night sky
frosted by lamp light

I hate wrestling with a Haiku. They inspire me but, sometimes they show only a glimpse then fly off.

haiku

seeds hanging in trees
waiting to release the life
from its protection

Haiku

withered fruit hanging
silently waiting for spring
enjoying the sun

Haiku

looking back I see

the glories, long forgotten. 

were they all a dream

Haiku

sometimes I'm the rock
sometimes I am the river
sometimes, I just am

Haiku

shadows in the snow
The wheels and feet have moved on
but we here remain

Haiku

a winter so long
the pines are marching up hill
to yell at the sun

Hai-ku

an ocean of white
snow waves crash upon the hedge
A new winter moon

Few things give me greater joy than going into the wild. I would not want to live there however.

Haiku, waaaa

sun wet vegetables
a beam of warm winter light
late morning breakfast

Haiku

Funeral flowers
no abode, only relics
a baby's giggle

Today I go to a Funeral. The man that died introduced me through his son to D&D.

his spirit moving:

I go to see a vessel:

through the veil his laugh:

Haiku

voices to the north

birds passing in a dark sky

crows greeting the dawn

Haiku

oaks reach for the stars

Grandmother is walking the night

Dawn frees the day star

Haiku

guarding trees silent

a river so cold it sweats

sail boats forgotten

Haikus

early morning sky

little white spirits in black

mother is coming

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crone of the ages

bent ever forward looking

riding the night sky

Haiku

rusty blue silos

a shadow of what it was

a blue collar day

Haikus

hot mug of coffee

happiness from magic beans

cold sunday morning

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loops of white up high

three crows in a frozen tree

scholars in winter

Haiku

pale cold sun rising

white houses sitting silent

a winter morning

Haiku

waiting for spring light
streams full of dancing brook trout
late winter dreamer

Haiku

snow silent heavy

slowly smothering my soul

waiting for spring sun

Haiku

twisted branches swirl

an eagle sits proud gazing

snow falls on the oak

Haiku

a sun setting slow

smell of wood smoke on the air

children play in snow

Haiku

attempting to write

Mondays difficult to think

typing and typing

Haiku

red birds dance in trees
spirit in the grey cloud sky
cardinals in snow

Haiku

when it is snowy:

so cold your nose hair freezes:

we snow shoe for fun:

For the wife

roses give headache

candy and sweets add belly

my love make you sweat

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you hair is golden

your eyes are north clear and blue

i like you lips too

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we make good looking

Babies are brats but heart good

release them on world

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My wife ask haiku

I write in box of happy

She nods like not care