Haiku-a-day
A milkweed husk broken open to show seeds against a dark field in early October.

In the darkened field,
the milkweed husk breaks open,
all the souls intact.

Haiku-a-day
A large pink begonia bloom on a wall in late summer.

A blooming wall, thick
with begonia and coleus
just starting to fade.

Haiku-a-day
A cabbage white butterfly about to land on a pink zinnia in September.

If this isn’t nice...
at the garden by the woods,
Mr. Vonnegut.

Haiku-a-day
A large white cloud with dark blue sky and stars above it.

Grief is its own thing,
it shoulders out a clear mind,
shortens every breath.

Haiku-a-day
A large white cloud with dark blue sky and stars above it.

Sharp clouds moving in,
we’re casual under stars,
this September night.

Haiku-a-day
A dry thistle flower head in September.

Along the deer path,
next to the pond full of fish,
stars fall to the ground.

Haiku-a-day
Milkweed seeds loose in the husk in September.

Milkweed gone to seed —
like soft exclamation points
they mark beginnings.

Haiku-a-day
A morning sky filled with loose clouds dramatically lit turning orange and gold.

The scent of wet earth
drifts into his sniffing nose,
us two, up early.

Haiku-a-day
A handsome black and white dog lies in the grass with woods behind him on a sunny day.

Lying in the grass,
tonight he’ll dream of running
on that forest path.

Haiku-a-day
A waning crescent moon with Venus close to it against a pink sky just before dawn.

Maybe a rosehip,
petals fade and fall away —
the moon and Venus.

Haiku-a-day
Sunflowers in a jar in an interior with sun shining on them.

Still life in dark times,
pollen collects on shoulders
of the sunflowers.

Haiku-a-day
The sky before sunrise with Venus, Jupiter and a sliver of a moon.

Just us this morning,
Venus, the moon, Jupiter,
unnamed and untied.

Haiku-a-day
The sky at sunrise with wispy clouds in rows and a sliver of a moon.

Dawn sky, a figure —
clouds like a pair of pink lungs,
the moon a freckle.

Haiku-a-day
A white-tailed deer laying in a patch of sun in the woods.

Asleep in the woods,
she wakes to find us looking
at her silent face.

Haiku-a-day
A sunflower in an interior with a sleeping black and white dog blurred in the background.

The peace in caring,
under fog, sun, sunflowers —
the sigh and the breath.

Haiku-a-day
A wide view of the morning sky with a three-quarter moon still visible in September.

Looking up, amazed,
tired under the morning moon,
the grief before grief.