Haiku-a-day
A thick sharp cloud connected to puffy clouds block out sun over tall trees with a patch of blue still showing on the right.

Day after solstice,
winter sky pulls over us,
cold clouds of all kinds.

Haiku-a-day
Close view of a fading yellow rose on a white piece of paper.

There is only one —
one love, one triumph, one gone,
one book of haiku.

Haiku-a-day
A black streetlamp by a thicket of trees in the dark of morning with snow falling.

Up with the streetlamp,
lighting the morning snowflakes
like an aurora.

Haiku-a-day
A female white-tailed deer walking through a bare winter forest.

Tan on tan on tan,
the doe marches off to meet
two others waiting.

Haiku-a-day
A full moon behind thin soft clouds against the blue hour sky behind silhouetted scotch pines.

Consecrated blue
of the sky as the moon rose
behind the scotch pines.

Haiku-a-day
A fading yellow rose on white paper next to inked abstracted letters in black.

I am uncertain,
I only know what I don’t —
I do know beauty.

Haiku-a-day
The full moon briht with light clouds passing over it above a silhouetted treeline with Jupiter to the right.

Sun with me all day,
the full moon and Jupiter
sit with me tonight.

Haiku-a-day
Three wood type sets of the initials 'JF' over a charcoal drawing of a woman's face by Bronzino.

The complications —
(of propinquity and art)
he gave me my initials,
wood stained with black ink.

Haiku-a-day
A pink and orange sky at dawn over a silhouetted treeline.

Jupiter was here
in this pink rising ether
under the full moon.

Haiku-a-day
A close-up of a yellow rose bloom.

For Kathryn Stripling Byer

Sunrise to sunrise,
the poet wanders ghost fields
naming loved roses.

Haiku-a-day
A pilieated woodpecker perched in the high branches of a mature tree in a forest on a cloudy winter day.

Ancient wings and beak,
his call breaks the cold silence
in the still forest.

Haiku-a-day
A view towards the sky of bare-limbed branches in a mature forest on a cloudy winter day.

A December day,
forest open to the sky —
nests and birds revealed.

Haiku-a-day
An old nest built in a gnarled willow tree trunk.

A nest in the knot,
perfectly rounded and shaped,
birds fledged and flying.

Haiku-a-day
Evergreens lit by headlights next to a street with a purpe and pink sky behind them in early evening.

The night sky changes,
over me and my dog walking —
first purple, then pink.

Haiku-a-day
A pair of empty milkweed seed husks tacked to a board among handmade folded paper stars.

Milkweed husks like wings
raised solemnly, gray and cream,
taking in the air.

Haiku-a-day

A cold winter bloom,
sunburst lichen under snow —
geese creak in the sky.

Haiku-a-day
The trunks of two Beech trees growing close togther in a forest.

Side-by-side beech trees,
gray-skinned, here long before me
and long after me.