Haiku

These are haiku/senryu I’ve published on Threads, and then Bluesky. Each is preceded by the day’s single-word prompt by @haikufeels / @annemorrigan.

name He said, "My name is Inigo Montoya — you’ve seen this movie, no?"	provide Pessimism provides a low bar for decencies, wanly delighting	intend I did not intend to show you my every wound but now here we are
refrain I would refrain from speaking my mind if I weren’t so strung out with hope	spin Dead or living, all worlds spin on their axes, ticking all the time	grind Pencil down to stub Dregs at coffee cup’s ending Workday defeats me
invite Longing invites grief, who brings regret — soon it’s a self-pity party	roam I waken, return to the prosaic from far and hopeful roamings	note A hint of regret lofted over a shoulder, message of pain left
peck Peter Piper picked more peppers than I, for one, would want to pickle	shower Bringing simple joy, April showers need no May to justify them	grow There’s a light within — greening what can’t live outside — we must keep it safe
nix Daughter of Chaos, mother of Day and Darkness, night goddess, take me	impact Impacted molar, begone! And leave my mouth in gappy harmony	putter Puttering in the attic of the mind — idle — is a day well used
groove Between desk and bed wears a deep groove, a track of loves and labors lost	spry On top of Pike’s Peak — age twelve — "Don’t run!", they said, but boy could I breathe then	numb My leg going numb, and it’s time to stand, but end of chapter, soon
immerse Meteor ends flight immersed in Earth’s atmosphere, briefly afire	rummage As life gets longer, memory’s attic deepens, old joys found within	primp Bald guy, no makeup — to primp is more to look, wince, offer silent hopes
spring Buds reach, fingertips — cycle as old as the sun — forever welcome	blend Some metro rando head down, scrolling, blending in — heart beats pure fire	rave Morning regret roosts — empty bottle on the floor — I rave: "nevermore!"
colour Grey is the colour of my true love’s hair, in the evening, as we fare	render Elections render unto voters what they choose, for good or for ill	catch The catch in my throat? Oh, it’s nothing — all these years — so nice to see you!
mean While the mean measures normalcy, lose not hope in the deviation	jog Jog my memory — you’re the ghost of Christmas past, or Christmas future?	lend Earth has lent us breath and we have lent our labor — fruit ripens, hanging
wave Red wave or blue wave, we once cheered — constitution now my only hope	dig, climb A haiku two-fer — climbing out of hole I dug — no post yesterday	select Eagle soars on high — eyes roam — lake below — sweet trout — downward dive begins
plunge Moon plunges into earth’s bloody shadow — crosses — emerges clean, bright	tailor If a suit should make the man, then greater the praise to him who measures	fix Planets — wanderers — advance, retreat, then advance against the fixed stars
accuse Saturday morning — two cats await on haunches, squinting injustice	shake Like Zeus’s knuckles, the bony dice gods roll to chance with human life	dash Dearest Emily — you are — my hero — in this as in all — the things
glue 1986 we were glued to the TV — dreams falling to earth	return “<Person> is typing: ...” says Slack ... and my gut tightens ... please just hit Return	bathe Ishmael got more than a salt cleanse, Ahab down, whale triumphant
respect Ozymandias who commanded respect, lost all of that and more	cleave A mighty arm, a thud that lands in butcher block — meat’s on the menu	say What the moon would say to the earth: without you I’d raise no tides, no hopes
precede Ebb precedes flow, yet also follows — sand footprints forever undrawn	hammer Hammer and chisel, heart and knowledge — without both, life’s lath lays uncut	attach Monday, hand in hand, more miles walked down the street, through thin and through thick
mortar Night is to day as mortar to brick — we ascend each morning, grateful	push Push on the Pull door — Midvale School for the Gifted — story of my life	wreck Episode Seven — Star Destroyer in the sand — ozymandian
tear An unsent letter, hopes expressed, ink still damp, falls downward, ripped in half	construct So three ex-cons trucked down the road, and chicken crossed — where was the punch line?	find A box unopened — not one I will throw away — old letters from her
raw So many choices — oysters, data, footage, nerves, old pain, and new pain	lope Blood courses through veins — heart lopes its duty, stopping only once to rest	endorse Three times Caesar put the crown back; thrice Antony held: a wink, a nod
parry Staff meeting; eyebrows; left-handed compliment; reply: Thank you for sharing	inspire Up the tower stairs — cramped, narrow, winding — roof door — wind in hair, view spreads	class Service staff upstairs to wait on the roomy rich — some things never change
extend A three-day weekend extends delight, delays the inevitable	gauge When the black needle swings past five, six, and seven into the red — then —	discharge What else discharges but duty, and icky things? Asking for a friend.
search Lighthouse beam explores family beach house, at dark night — Ramsays, stay watchful	muse At half past midnight pen skritches on paper — it must be written	arrive The future is here — no automatic progress for us mere mortals
fort Fortified behind a wall of fiber, I hope for digestive health	understand No longer sheltered by parents’ umbrella, she raises her own now	sprawl Years sprawl out ahead, but plans and intentions — oh, they sprawl far wider
brink Lips parted to ask — doubt wafts up from heart to brain — indecision wins	gist Gist, from iacere — I picked up what you put down — at least, most of it	prosper Go forth and prosper he said, counting not from whom taken, nor by whom
group Group me not among my peers, O Lord, but know me as contrarian	location A dislocation Things bent sharply out of joint Twisted, and throbbing	merchant What foul merchant trades money for comfort, and then what foul buyer buys?
trace Brown couch, spilled coffee — buyer’s wisdom revealed — no trace of this klutz	drought Deluge of chaos, drought of empathy — what dark day follows this night	argue Had she called me a better person, I would have argued — silent; done
bounce From such things, now said, one does not simply bounce back — new paradigm born	resolve Of the day’s resolve — dissipated, worn, and dusked — a faint intent remains	peak Peak energy at thirty; eyesight best at ten; wisdom? To be seen.
barter Labor for wages — the weary scribbling, hunched backs — did we sell too cheap?	drone On and on and on and on and on and on and ... still the inner voice	chip Mirror each morning — time chips away, at its pace, carving wisdom lines
boom Existential dread — ever an issue — these days, is a booming business	queen Queen — bishop plus rook — better than being a king, hobbled like a horse	shift Tectonic plates shift just a smidge — homes and souls quake, imbalanced, askew
fee Charon’s obol rate — still one per soul? Inflation? Or is he bankrupt?	outstrip Worries, calm breathing, often in balance — some days, calm is not enough	form In the form of a “growth opportunity”, hard words land with a wince
magnet Magnets and mirrors: proof to my young self, magic exists in the world	intake Saw her in the park — I kept walking on, with a wait to exhale	engage Scrolling: whether to suffer the slings and arrows without engaging
joker Kings, queens, jacks suffered — but the joker — an Americanism	king Kings, queens, jacks abide broadly; the joker is an Americanism	hundred If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times — don’t exaggerate
liquid Ground brewed coffee beans, dark liquid I pour back in — my soul now restored	unite Workers of the world ... Oh, who am I kidding? Can we ... stay in touch?	remake Were I Jehovah, would I make in my image? No, I’d aim higher
stitch A stitch in time saves ... who am I kidding? Never am so foresightful	jumble A jumble of thoughts — good night, good morning, who am I — having woken	link Like chain mail but less warlike — each life’s lesson links, protecting me
wake Her life was outsized — services over, I spun dazzled by her wake	wake If I die before I wake, hope they find nothing incriminating	develop In my golden years, I should develop more than just a longer beard
react Angular, React — yes, fine, snazzy — just give me good old ES6	compound In grief compounded grows kindness: old teaches young a soft word, a smile	glance Poor Pippin — a glance into the Seeing Stone was one eye too many
race If the race goes to the swiftest, save me, O gods, from love of racing	just It’s just a flesh wound — so said the Black Knight, indeed, and so say we all	frolic Worries frolic like wise sages, portending woe — little liars, they
prepare Lovely dinner out. High point? No. Long walk after, reader: better yet.	feast With full plate: there but for the grace of gods go I — yet, I give no alms	penny Her name was Penny, red Irish Setter, named by kids who grieved her too soon
initiate The initiate smashes garlic, then peels it — proud father smiles	moor Canoe pushes off — workday worries drift away, equally unmoored	give To give is to lose patience, sometimes, for those who live without thanking
shine I took a shine to sarcasm too young — young man’s remorse, old man’s joy	wander Bilbo, noble soul — not all who wander are lost — bigger than the Ring	quiver Ever so eager, Cupid draws another and fires — enough, bub
splurge Not only the rain, but long aftermist — sweet, clean — nature went beyond	meet Sun meets horizon — minutes later, color fills once-bleached skies	puzzle Debugging; my life. Could I but know how different — had I elsewise loved?
impart The office frenzy as always — now snowflakes waft — moment of silence	ski Life’s one-way venture — with any luck, whiz past trees — existential whoosh	freeze A splashy fountain holds brittle, frozen in time — awaiting release
bear Who is that bearded face in the mirror — grizzly, yet more polar now	dress Position papers, market analyses — all just dressed-up jealousies	embroider Rationalizing what I should not say but will — embroidered reasons
clamber Nerves, best intentions — clambering over my tongue, words stumble, inept	shade As one half of earth shades the other — an orange curtain hues the sky	meter Rhyme is charming, yes, if done well; meter, truer, beats like human hearts
posture Don’t google “headaches” — it will scare you — Mom was right: “Sit up straight, young man!”	forum Forest waterfall far from road, from noise, from haste — now let us listen	clerk ldle time riffles through memory like a clerk through stacks of paper
demonstrate “Unmonster this room” — new word like defenestrate — you’re very welcome	wrestle So Jacob wrestled an angel — all I’ve got is Slack battles, all tied	uncover End of dreams and rest — I never yield easily — morning’s first step up
tell Humility warms; condescend, and we are done — that is how I tell	rove Is the human heart nomad or sedentary? Mine, reader, changes.	perform Making a living — corporate America — retirement, can’t wait
obscure Thick of the planet obscures most of the sunlight — Solstice approaches	recognize So few words exchanged — a smile, a nod — strangers — yet kindred spirits known	saunter Angers saunters in; depression slinks, claiming truths self-evident
sink Seeing your smile — my sunken heart floats back up to forgotten heights	break Break my heart, and then I’ll break another’s — stones to gravel, loam, soil	escape Every forest hike — wind through trees, river running — part of me remains
demon Supernatural — who needs it? Good and evil abound in each soul	mortal Leaves fall in autumn Monochromatic grey beard — less hued, more anchored	flock Thoughts cozen up like the flock they think they are — bam! — mindfulness claps hands
ogre Ogres have layers — hail all oniony thriends, non-parfait people	husk Last day of move-out — bare floors, walls — key locks shut on husk of a marriage	mash Middle age is a mashup of hopes abandoned, worries jettisoned
shadow Things we don’t admit — envies, hatreds, wishing harm — only shadows speak	scourge Self-awareness is hope, doubt, humor, longing — and the scourge of regret	decide I was twenty and humbly accepting silence — deicide? freedom?
decorate Like aged ornaments, memories decorate souls — sparkling, or sharp-edged	recoil Just to think of it — cringeful words spoken by me — decades don’t soften	consume Each worry consumes another moment that could have been quiet joy
frown A frown upside down — spin doctors notwithstanding — is headstood sadness	main Childhoods, all but few, extrude souls always wanting, forever wounded	visit Night visitor whispers “You’re not good enough” into my dark dreams
herd Corporate groupspeak Homo sapiens, yes, but — Herd mentality	tutor Neighbor on the bench enjoying the afternoon I have much to learn	avoid My muse is silent — today’s haiku prompt, blank space — who’s avoiding whom?
ooze The stronger the pitch the less I want their hocked wares — sellers ooze distrust	bite Wind — bald, hatless head — October winds, starting small, foretaste winter’s bite	bet Pascal’s wager is lost on all the other gods — one can’t win them all
weld No marriage, no vows — each morning we choose freely — strongest bond of all	chill An October chill — always welcome and timely — moreso this century	scuttle Regrets, worries, pride scuttle the leaking plankwork of my mortal soul
feed Fears feed on those souls who can dare to look within at their own weakness	absorb World changing so fast — it is a daily challenge — even to absorb	portend October waxes — portends haikuists’ scribblings — full moon; an owl hoots
hex I’m 37 — a youth, a spring chicken in hexadecimal	pass The hours will pass with my eyes closed or open — I choose awareness	lesson Don’t cheap out, Gramps said, less’n that’ll cost you more over the long term
feather Light as a feather, the good days — and the others, as heavy as lead	study Study: verb or noun? I am happiest doing one in the other	sing Old friend Walt Whitman sings the body electric — mine sputters and sparks
prickle I like a srandwich with prickle and tromato, mrustard and mrayo	lather Meetings, deadlines, Slack have me all in a lather — thank goodness for rain	sail An introduction — no ego, kindness, delight — and hopes set sail
enforce Diet of kindness enforces a regimen of kindness returned	crawl Four-thirty Friday Work week not yet done: email Time slows to a crawl	diet The corporate life a diet of stress and strain paycheck and no more
clasp Putting in edgers. Quick work? No. Just down, old roots. Digging hands clasp time.	gouge A glacial cleft, a gouge in the horizon — young iceberg is free	graze In hindsight, their slights only grazed me — one needn’t be quite so wounded
slither All eyes are on him — they listen with rapt regard — envy slithers in	hear Standing stock-still — now, an hour after parting, hearing what he said	exit When I sit — just sit — for a while, watching the clouds — ego slips away
bait Midge on pond water, free, fearless — alas for fish, there’s a string attached	classify Among other Wednesdays, this one falls in the middle — hump of the bell curve	summer At Labor Day’s end — equinox notwithstanding — summer’s a lame duck
horseback “O Muse, we are lost!” I cried until hoarse, back when I knew we’d fail	summer At Labor Day’s end — equinox notwithstanding — summer is a lame duck	landscape Each soul a landscape of feeling: dull plains, bright peaks; crevasses; quicksand
act O Staff Meeting! Thou art Shakespearean in thy cunning treacheries	rip Leave me high and dry — I’m fine. Tell me I don’t try — my heart rips in two	seek Friday feet seek porch and sunset, end of strife, like soft rain weeps downhill
navigate Life, though short, is long No two decades are the same River rapids; rocks	repeat Arise. Black coffee. Slack messages await. Thus the rent is paid.	wear He wears his summer like a brown glory — nineteen months old, triumphant
conjure Sea, sand, family — and work deadlines all on pause — conjure simple peace	monsoon Monsoon is the wind that carries the rain — power of metonymy	sunburn What of Icarus and his nose? feathers, wax, yes — did it tan, or peel?
evict Eve, icked out by snake’s over-eager sales pitch, casts doubt on apple	focus Attention’s spotlight drifts away from Slack, spreadsheets — rain on windowpane	learn Feet and time trace paths on the rug and down the hall — our places learn us
planet Planet: wanderer in Greek, dwelling at home in no constellation	choose Raindrop on tree branch — debating on when to fall? If not now, then when?	leak Today’s roof leak — nature’s probing fingers seek future time’s ruins
roll A lakeside sunset — waves roll forth, then whisper back on into dark night	fuse A well-used candle and its dish, cold and solid — fused in work well done	journal Journal cover is a coffee-ring palimpsest — layered thoughts within
plummet As lemmings to cliffs, we charge ahead, cluelessly, until the plummet	spread Western setting sun spreads orchid, rose, and amber wide to eastern sky	leak Today’s roof leak — nature’s probing fingers seek future time’s ruins
smolder Old hurts still smolder, flaring into flame at the breath of fresh contempt	vessel Pottery shards in dark earth — a vessel of hopes old, maybe broken	lazy Be not fooled — lazy river carries along a continent of silt
rile Stones in the river — seaward flow disrupted — riled, then smoothed out	lawless Birds at the cat dish — no remorse, no recompense — feline law withheld	tackle With block and tackle, heavy loads are lifted by weak hands — and much rope
moment “I am not sleepy!” In times of such great moment, child’s power stands tall	lug To carry regrets is human; to let them go is a gift to self	lecture Etymology of lecture is just reading — more peaceful that way
wise Following Socrates, I’m wisest when admitting, at last, I know squat	pollen Panspermia is pollination, but on a galactic scale	wine In the wine-dark sea, raft smashed, Ulysses was free — “I’ll swim for it”
monarch Death mask made of gold — Gaze on glory, ye who see! — tourists in flip-flops	tarry On late autumn porch, sun now sets earlier — dusk —- time enough	commit Sins tabulated: envy, pride, sloth, crankiness — we forgive ourselves
rebuild Decades in I know not all is best the first time — we rebuild, better	lease Life itself — to lease, not own — borrow and return, parents to children	reuse Read old books with eyes open — re-use old lessons, make your own new ones
observe Sparrow overhead — silent, head tilted — watching my every errand	subtract Joy is added to by random acts of kindness — petty spites subtract	machine Show me a machine that makes me happier — then I’ll buy it, else no
mature Middle-school humor, fifty-year-old humor have surprising overlap	layer Sudden rages burst — Why? Acquiescence thinly layered on old pain	manage How did Mom manage job, Dad, us two kids fighting? Too late to ask her
leap “Pleased to meet you”, smile, and turn — no great leap to guess: no love is lost there	collect In my sixth decade — regrets, joys, hopes collected — interests compounded	sleep To sleep, perchance to wake not icked out by spawn of my subconscious mind
jump You cough behind me — so hilariously, I jump out of my skin	paint While I’m awaiting “Your call’s important to us!”, paint on wall peels	squash Microaggressions ruin life’s joys, bleed soul dry, squash optimism
compose The way she kissed me, poetry composed itself — oh so long ago	hold Snared between bear’s teeth — salmon flips and away — scarred, freedom is better	knit Rain tapping on roof; heartbeats gathered together underneath, close knit
glitch Noble bird spies cave — warm, inviting, food within — one glitch — window pane	glide Goose, wings wide, gliding low over river water — I would trade places	seethe At age seventeen I could not wait to get out — incessant seething
quench Plunged hissing, steaming, into cold water — red-hot iron now cold, cruel	acquire Post-breakup move-out: not happy, yet occasion to lighten the soul	nudge With a nudge of oar one is afloat on water, unmoored from worry
canoe Full moon glints jumbled on inky river ripples — paddle pulls homeward	volunteer She planted daisies every year, my grandma, then — behold — hydrangea	buy Every time you say I’m just over-sensitive I’m not buying it
gallop Waiting quietly, showing no worry — inside, a galloping heart	stall Unsavory task is ready for me to work on it ... excuses ...	evade But how was your day? I hasten to add, hoping you’ll follow the slip
conclude Office workday ends Drink on porch with beloved The sun sets; meaning	knot In knots, I say what I fear leaving unsaid — I hang on your reply	whole Four billion years old — bruised, pockmarked, pummeled, cratered — still a whole moon
sauce Silent resentments, simmering hot and red like a sauce, bubbling	solid Eons of waves make sand into stone — still solid, yet differently so	stay It is cold outside — no hurrying meteors — let’s wait a bit more
connect Stuck for long delay side by side on the metro — someone cracks a joke	twist The oldest of trees rises not straight and easy but twisted, like pain	divide Rocky Mountain drop of rain lands on summit and teeters, east, or west ...
plant Asphalt sidewalk, once during civilization’s peak — now broken, green	curl Ancient paint curls and flakes, which once lay flat — in motion we don’t see	begin Seven years estranged — eyes sideways, hesitating — mouth opens to speak
relish Workplace victory is yours — are you happy now, relishing your ruse?	mother mother This day, at my age, no need for card or phone call — smile; remember her	cast Late-night cringy thoughts — those I’ve ever mistreated — a cast of thousands
eat The center can hold — spider cafeteria — a web of flies	fence A look of distaste — your face falls as I walk up — never mind, I’ll go	zigzag Life goals from day one? No, I’d say I’m getting there caroming like a pinball
lounge Atop arm of couch, domesticated killer flicks tail and squints	garden Stranger on metro, silent — what hopes dwell within? A garden of their own	swim Under the kayak swim fish unseen — tending to errands of their own
sew Mom reading aloud to us when young — forever sewn in memory	move Lying still as mud, in my chest a tap of pulse — never motionless	carve One patient river and millions of years — just wait — made the canyon grand
scrub I love spring leaves — but — car bedazzled with pollen — it needs a good scrub	abuse What went wrong? To start, “you’re just imagining things” did us no favors	recycle Out in the forest — no leaf rake, scooping, or bags — a thick palimpsest
reform Chastised, we regret while planning next steps — to wit: don’t get caught next time	shoot Meteor’s demise — billion years, silent orbits — seconds of bright flame	nap The job pays the bills and I do need to eat — but oh, to nap sometimes ...
value White snow — no nuts seen — but our squirrel friend knows where each one is	turn Beard greys as leaves turn — mind toward knowledge ever yearns — old passions still burn	punish Many will shame you for wanting their honesty — parents, or partners
embrace Catch-all cooking tip: when in doubt, add more garlic — embrace the moment	discover Blank sky, calm water — then, with goggles, dive below — intricate marvels	mask Microaggressions leave me not angry enough to fight — just despair
enlist After the big scene — truly asking, please tell me — was I the jerk there?	unwind Modern-day irony: getting up to exercise — best way to unwind	flick The cat is now “fed”, inasmuch as there’s a dish of food — tail flick — bye
eclipse My heart has broken so many times — yet with you all else pales behind	suspect Weekly staff meeting — one person is defensive — another sits smug	permit Saturday morning — no to-do list, no guilts tripped — consciousness can wait
pay One more drink can’t hurt — ? Except at my age, oh yes, by morning it will	ghost Fifty years they had — good ones, both said — reminders of the possible	discount Discounting the risks, our friend chicken crossed the road for reasons untold
rest Turtle on day off, northbound geese coasting mid-flight — rest is relative	prank (April 1 2024) There once was a poet named Anne who cooked up an internet plan to inspire haiku in the hearts of all you but Fools’ Day is now here at hand	elope Paper and scissors have finally worked it out — poor rock, all alone
lie On riverbed floor lies a stone cast in anger eight hundred years ago	scam Palaces and yachts; hovels, starvation; all on an abundant earth	dream As cats chase mouse toys, humans chase dream homes, cars, wealth — ever compulsion
rinse After desert rain, once-dusty streets now glisten momentarily	drive High up and southward geese beat their wings, veeing heads- first into cold rain	lift Spring pollen arrives — much aloft — and to my nose — another tissue
embark Drop of melting ice quivers on hillside tree branch: ocean, here I come	guess Wondering if this will go well — already your jaw sets — I guess not	want For want of a nail the shoe was lost — alas, poor tilty three-shoed horse
have Of all the moments that ever were, only one, only now, is ours	nod Flowers nod in breeze — cliché, I know — sorry, folks — a long day at work	wash Arroyo, wadi, wash: shaped like a river, but dry almost always
sacrifice Green leaves without rain All droop; seven green, three brown How are they chosen?	drizzle Drizzle all morning No punctuation — and then a crack of thunder	soak Five days of rain now and still counting — rivulets wending riverward
snag Just one more thing, sir — before you board the airplane — have you your passport?	tidal Locked eternally facing Earth’s aches — does the moon wish for innocence?	drift Sit, said Master Thay, like a pebble drifting down to rest in water
tumble Twisting river, roar approaching, fall of water, down to stones below	hike We climbed that mountain Above the clouds, fog all around — a different heaven	accident It was a third date — Mom and Dad had barely met — and now here I am
lullaby Gentle roof murmurs Open-window petrichor Night rain soothes the soul	bend Breeze bends through curtains as light as memory, heavy as wistful regret	vacant Uncircled peace signs end abruptly in mid-beach — shorebird has flown away
river Long runs and rushes — the ancient seaward river folds, turns, flows through time	fickle The weather, and cats — what else is fickle? My own creativity	cake Baby elephant caked with mud, small and forlorn — Mom’s nasal shower
meditate Still air, pond, hot sun Dragonfly alights on stem — waits, and longer waits	assemble Sidewalk scattering — O Pigeon Optimism! — there aren’t enough seeds	pick Seagull drops a clam to the stony shore below — dines on the halfshell
cut Orchard branches pruned — in with good, out with bad — but who wields the knife?	need Becalmed in mid-sea, three side-eyeing sailors wait for a hint of breeze	weave Final breath — she let loose strands of life she had so carefully woven
question Grey clouds hang shaggy Like sheep’s untended belly wool Hints of maybe rain	design Brand-new spider web Bead of water glints in sun No insects fooled yet	paddle Mallard pair: brown, green On water, silence — before and after rainfall
see Always five stars: six, one night — what solar system’s birth or death unfolds?	exclude Old man and the sea spoiler alert: fish get caught No white whale, no sale	request Mrs. Dalloway plot summary: rejection comes back to party
debate Treeful of swallows; another dawn; cacophony ensues, and then flight	describe Bare, waving branches describe hopes for the future upon a grey sky	elicit Two tentative buds feeling sun, loosening bonds, risking a late frost
include I water my plants almost as much as I should green leaves, one yellow	clean Dishwasher is full and run. My conscience is clean. And who needs cupboards.	vibrate Aspen leaves in fall A million quivering glints Hillside ashimmer
fire Cold ash: job well done Unburnt wood lumps: you refused to help out last night	subdue People are coming and going, all the day long Cat squints; tail twitch	play Hot day in summer People seek shade and water Petals sway in breeze
condemn Century-old home Now grey and splintered timbers Sunlight peeks between	reply Deep cavern, darkness Water, no sun, no algae One plink, one echo	sketch Horizontal sunset Green tree, black shadow on wall Two trees side by side
code Bird chatter fills trees One certain distant trill — one wide-eyed bird aroused	stab Cringing to think of an ineptitude of mine thirty years ago	protest Two cat dishes placed One whiskered head bows to eat One raised tail departs
cook Desert sun’s hammer blows left me reeling, out of state seeking shade eastward	negotiate Past root, bole, and fen, the many-voiced river wends murmuring seaward	confused Eyes closed in the woods Leaf, bird, bug, deer, snake, mouse sounds A confusion of lives
retreat Mouse tiptoes outward Owl flies low; moon silhouette A hungry retreat	create Winter’s first snowfall Asphalt creations shrouded Silence surrounding	spend Snowcloud burdens spent, silent fields lie sparkling crisp under starlight
allow Noonday sun allows the night storm’s icicles one brief pendulous drop	add Snowflakes add, glacier ancient and ever higher until the world changes	collapse Melting icicle sparkles, drips, not yet fallen — sword of Damocles
allocate Beet, pea, cabbage seeds, hidden all in their rows, sleep under winter soil	imply Cold and rainy still Trees yet twigged and skeletal Squint to see bud tips	forgive Rat-a-tat-a-tat Door slams; woodpecker pauses Rat-a-tat-a-tat
accept Leaves curled, they need water — gratefully they yield joyful petrichor	laugh Little icy brook tumbles laughing over old dead fallen branches	insist Green tendrils wending, like fingers prying barred doors, up through crumbling brick
remember Grandfather’s keys, coins, knife, life gone — leaving only scratches on old desk	whisper Late, silent attic Leafing idly through yearbooks Memories whisper	educate Mom and Dad fighting He won, she lost; he smiled smug Decades she waited
model Airplane window seat — all simple below — one of my favorite places

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