15 January 2023 (Sunday)

Sunday drive

icefalls ladder

the roadcuts

9 January 2022 (Sunday morning)

Sunday morning . . .

the slightly louder tick

of freezing rain

30 August 2020 (rain)

Sunday morning

the grass sparkles

with last night’s storm

29 December 2019 (Sunday)

sunday morning

complacency

of the just-fed cat

Today’s haiku is a (quotidien) nod to the American poet Wallace Stevens, whose poem “Sunday Morning” (1915) has long been a favorite. It opens thus:

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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late

Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,

And the green freedom of a cockatoo

Upon a rug mingle to dissipate

The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.

August 6: Caddisflies

Sunday afternoon
caddisflies alighting
on the screen door

April 24: Sunday Morning

On our usual walk

escorted by thrushes

up the mountainside.

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April 10: Sunday driver

Stuck behind a Sunday driver,

Allmans playing:

Slow down. Enjoy this.

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April 12: Solar powered

Outside with a good book.
Stray guinea hens cackle

on the neighbor's porch rail.

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February 15: End of the storm

At last, light on snow.
Between each batch of cookies

I read a poem.

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January 4: Puzzle

Waking to snow

all day we build the puzzle,

creating order.

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December 14: Sunday in a small town

While we watch the game

neighbor knocks to ask

whose chickens in her yard.

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