Monday, March 31, 2014


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

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Shoto dam

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


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

Thursday, March 27, 2014


puddle in the snow
thinking of my grandparents
swing and hibiscus

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

crow watching

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

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

drive home

discarded bottles
broken tires, bags flying free
harbingers of spring

Monday, March 24, 2014


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


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

Sunday, March 23, 2014

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

Saturday, March 22, 2014

sun at my back, Haiku

new sun chasing me
setting everything bright orange
driving into fire

Friday, March 21, 2014

hmm Haiku

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

Thursday, March 20, 2014


with trees applauding
moon dances on rotting ice
night time festival

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

spring Snow devil

snow devils dancing
for a moment twisting white
solace in absence

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Post PAts Haiku

drifting through a day
 thinking of yesterdays fun,

Monday, March 17, 2014

St Pats Haiku

off to a day full of song
happy saint pats day

Sunday, March 16, 2014

reflection of a
reflection greeting the dawn
daybreak in my eyes

last night

lunar light on snow
driving through another world
watching for werewolves

Saturday, March 15, 2014


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

Friday, March 14, 2014


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


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

Thursday, March 13, 2014


pregnant moon blushing
running through the hills smiling
ready for slumber


waiting patiently
the beauty of water stains
deep in the factory

Wednesday, March 12, 2014


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


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

Tuesday, March 11, 2014


reflecting the world
puddles trapped within themselves, 
waiting to be free


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

Monday, March 10, 2014


snow covered river
sliding down the hills laughing
filling the forest


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


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

Sunday, March 9, 2014


outriders of spring
at a winter oasis
washing off winter


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

Saturday, March 8, 2014


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


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

Friday, March 7, 2014


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


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


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

Thursday, March 6, 2014


buried amongst the stone
becoming something more,
I saw the unknown
those moments of clarity
when time stops, and you see
 with your heart


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

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

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


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


withered fruit hanging
silently waiting for spring
enjoying the sun

Tuesday, March 4, 2014


looking back I see
the glories, long forgotten. 
were they all a dream


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


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

Monday, March 3, 2014


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

Sunday, March 2, 2014


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

Saturday, March 1, 2014


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: