A pocketful of pithy poems …

The raft of

the poem rocks

as I spear-fish

for the right words.


Her dreams — a young horse,

raising dust, growing smaller

on the horizon.


Silence,

stillness,

then,

the ice maker gives birth.


Monarch butterfly —

stained glass portrait in flight —

Spring’s invocation.


Birthdays …

more frequent,

less punctuated.


Turtles on the pond bank

asking the Spring water to warm,

the willows heard every word.


the Church prayer list

held his name, now six hands

lift his casket.


Young cricket

in the watering can

answering himself.


Blessed is the one

whose pants fit right!

More haiku

Here are some more winter-related haiku, and a humorous one as a bonus:

 

faithful North Star,
unblinking guide watching
our daily spinning

 

Winter raindrops
on my face, the child inside
shivers, then laughs.

 

Sly bobcat…
silent as his
tracks in snow

 

warmth…
the perfect
antidote

 

Though kind and pure,
unfair things always happen
to toilet paper

haiku

Here’s a medley of some of my winter-related haiku. They usually sprout in my mind as I roam about outdoors. ┬áLater, with a cup of hot tea close by, they are pondered and scribbled into my journal.

 

milk-faced moon,
sighing of cold wind,
hush me to sleep

 

pulsing above
a cold field of cornstalks…
whirlwind of blackbirds

 

the cold morning
sternly kept
its vow of silence.

 

rusted strand of barbs,
layered with ice:
silent, moaning fence.