Mariupol
…Solitary snowflakes wander over
Mariupol bombed waterless…
The Way to Bethlehem
A Presence joins me. Jesus inquires…
Dear Heart,
“So a year ago when you developed a limp, I thought of how very long you had been working to keep me alive, and I gave thanks for you.”
When in doubt, haiku
Haiku Thirty-Two A light encounter Butterfly leaves airily Heavy, I remain
Haiku Thirty-Two
Sun-shower at dusk Dragonflies hunt mosquitos Hushed mid-August heat
John’s York Haiku
Six little boats rest. Wind shifts, they circle moorings. One hides behind house. —John Eddy Christiansen
The York, Maine Haiku
August 5th Anniversary of our reacquainting Sea, sky, air white-grey At eventide, all at once, Ruffled clouds like seafoam Agamenticus:* Hilly place, York, Maine River Heron unmoving Adirondack chairs Lined up like ancient gravestones But no residents Five white boats, one blue, Slowly shift in moving tides Moored by rainy skies …
Haiku Thirty-One
Orange butterfly Flutters by orange flowers Natural kindred
Haiku Thirty
Small green globes forming Apple anticipation Deer and I watching
Haiku Twenty-Nine
A single pale leaf Falls silent on summer grass I am not ready