7 March 2024 (a horse)

a horse wanders through

the Mission parking lot

March wind

27 August 2021 (late)

late day late summer

two horses gallop

for the barn

30 March 2021 (horse)

the horse and its driver

stare as they pass

long vaccine line

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

November 14: Winter training

state fairgrounds race track

sound of one horse trotting past

I can see my breath

December 5: Cold morning in Quebec City

Calèche horse wears a coat.

A shop's bare-armed mannequins

make me shiver.

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