18 November 2024 (full-moon tide)

full-moon tide

the body of a gull

washes up on the jetty

19 August 2024 (the widow says)

the widow says

August is a hard month

stacked clouds

12 August 2024 (the afterlife)

the afterlife of a rooster Perseids

22 July 2024 (another one lost)

another one lost . . .

the day’s last song

the dove’s

2 September 2023 (the weight)

the weight

of being human

crushed dragonfly

26 December 2022 (new ice)

new ice

whispers on the lake . . .

the afterlife

25 February 2022 (memorial)

one year already . . .

flowers left in falling snow

for the boy lost

18 February 2022 (hunger moon)

a long letter

from the new widow

hunger moon

24 January 2022 (winter trees)

winter trees . . .

the big grey area

between life and death

5 January 2021 (snow)

slow-falling snow

more Covid deaths this week

than last

25 July 2020 (friend)

I wrote this haiku a few years ago, referencing a poem by Basho, for a friend in Wyoming who, I just learned, passed away a couple weeks ago.

first day of spring

my friend and his horses

how are they now