.
moonlight magic
gliding through the night
the silent flight of owls
.
life before cellular
.
life before cellular —
little birds camped
on high strung
telephone lines
.
late afternoon
.
late afternoon
daddy push-mowing the lawn
his hat tilted just so
.
on the darkest night
.
on the darkest night
smelling colors —
in the garden
lavender!
.
my inner tide
.
my inner tide
drifts aimlessly —
you were my sun, my moon —
you were, my love, my gravity
.
charred hollowed
.
charred hollowed
tree stump
still brimming with life —
busy buzzing
honeybees
.
midnight
.
midnight
the wild sea
sinking into
crashing waves
all the falling stars
.
dark moonless night
.
dark moonless night
all the hidden crickets
telling taller tales
.
windy days
.
windy days
the path filled
with brambles and weeds —
my heart
since losing you
.
magical wonderland
.
magical wonderland —
all the treasures to find
in the place called Lost
.
windy days
.
windy days
drip-dry laundry — all the
rainbow-color clothespins
line dancing
.
seafood restaurant
.
seafood restaurant
clams, oysters, crabs —
out the back door
pelicans wait to share
.
the edge of day
.
the edge of day —
caught in wispy clouds
the moon’s fading glow
.
late summer heat
.
late summer heat —
dreaming of peach blossoms
cherry blossoms, plums —
all the sweet flavors
teasing my tongue
.
still life
.
still life . . .
home made clothes-pin bag
grandma hangs wet laundry
on an endless drip-dry line
.
the old pond
.
the old pond
singing frogs jump
into the sound of water
.
blinding summer sun
.
blinding summer sun
stumbling in
to an eye exam
.
dreary morning
.
dreary morning
suddenly alive —
raindrops tapping
the windowpane
.
passing midnight train
.
passing midnight train —
is the whistle blowing
tonight or tomorrow?
.
the muse has fled
.
the muse has fled
my soul can find no words
mom’s gone a month 2 days
daddy a decade now
and in between them both
my husband begged to go
.
.
wild rosemary
.
wild rosemary
lines the garden path
smellingf tonight’s
dinner plans
.
dark silent night
.
dark
silent
night
listening
for
the
sound
of
falling
stars
.
break of day
.
break of day
all the chirping birds
celebrate
the rising sun
.
gusty winds
.
gusty winds —
as waves crash the shore
our kites
dance in the sky
.
haiku I read at mom’s funeral
One of the things I will always remember is how much mom loved my haiku and would ask for a new one every day. I had chosen about 10 to read at her funeral but then felt it might be too many so these are the ones I read:
❤️
summers at the coast
seagulls and mom
searching for shells
❤️
bucket of words —
mom laughs when I spill
a new haiku
❤️
new mystery book!
afternoon shadows
creep across the page
❤️
still life —
cat
ready to pounce
❤️
hot summer days
trees blooming
with butterflies
❤️
midnight sky
all the shining stars
celebrate mom
❤️
❤️
mama
.
mama
·
her face glowing with love
in the moonlight
has gone home again to dad
.
mama you shrank so small
.
mama
you shrank so small
but when you left
the hole it tore in my heart
is too large
to ever heal
.
summers at the beach
.
summers at the beach
seagulls and mama
searching for shells
.
roses of fire
.
roses of fire —
the brilliance
of our forever love
.
blackberry bush
.
blackberry bush
all the ripe berries!
my stained fingertips
.
end of day
.
end of day
purples reds pinks
the setting sun
kisses the horizon
,
old clothes
.
old clothes
household chores
windexed windows
cherry blossoms
.
clear summer nights
.
clear summer nights
our love shining forever
in all the twinkling stars
.
transitioning
.
“transitioning”
·
another way to say
mom’s getting ready
to be with dad again
.
tangeringe groves
.
tangeringe groves
the deepest orange —
the smell of citrus
licks my lips
.
reflections
.
reflections
·
old pond . . .
floating between the stars
the summer moon
.
stark white walls
(These two haiku were actually written 07/26/23 and 07/27/23)
v1
07/26/23
stark white walls —
through open windows
the colors of sunset
warm the room
v2
07/27/23
stark white walls —
through open windows
the colors of sunset
paint the room
.
tree frog
.
tree frog
out on a limb
hoping to catch
a butterfly kiss
.
dandelion puffs
.
dandelion puffs
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gravity
.
ebbtide
.
ebbtide —
seagull feathers
line the shore
.
.
alceon ku 