Saturday, December 03, 2022

Under the Basho, 2022

Personal Best


fireflies the synchronicity of it all

1st Place, 2021 Irish Haiku Society International Competition


Tanka


we hang
your threadbare dresses
out to air
the prairie wind waltzes
with you one last time


a meadowlark
spins the morning
into gold . . .
your headstone sinks
deeper every year


I fasten
my broken-down guitar
to the farm gate
nesting bluebirds teach me
an unfamiliar song


Haiku


moon phases the ensō of circular reasoning


fern sori waiting for something more


volcanic glass
the wind combs through
Pele's hair


campfire toast
a female merganser's
cinnamon head


ancient mountains
become one with the night . . .
you reach for my hand


tinted lenses
an invisible rainbow
reveals itself


concrete jungle
the yellow graffiti
of dandelions


the bridge
that is and isn't there . . .
coastal fog


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