3 January 2024 (auld lang syne)

auld lang syne . . .

the burnished gold

of willow boughs

7 February 2023 (winter willows)

winter willows . . .

hiding the grey

in my hair

22 April 2022 (kinglet)

a kinglet swings

from a willow catkin . . .

scudding clouds

15 May 2019 (willow)

too distracted

to know what to say

swaying willow boughs

2 May 2019 (willow)

wanting to write it

into my script

weeping willow

November 8: Willow

The 17th century Japanese poet Basho, considered by most to be the first haiku master, once told his students: “The old verse can be about willow. Haikai requires crows picking snails in a rice paddy.” 

*haikai refers to the popular poetic form of the time, renga, of which the opening stanza or hokku eventually evolved into the haiku

that old willow

dripping sap

all over my car

July 10: Willow

wishes for rain
stirred by the passing front
the weeping willow

October 15: Wind in the willow

With each gust

willow boughs reaching

across the window—

January 3: Weeping

Leaving branches

all over the driveway--

willow tree protests winter.

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November 16: Fallen tree

After the tree falls
chickadees return to perch,
a new perspective.

November 8: Election Day

Winter moths at the porch light.

Shining through the weeping willow

waxing half moon.

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