Haiku-a-day
A snowy egret fishes at the edge of a small lake reflecting brilliant clouds at dusk.

We take the path through
the dark winding woods to find
the snowy egret.

Haiku-a-day
A strip of bright sky at daybreak underneath a large curved cloud.

It comes in with grace —
daybreak — under the vapor,
I’m fooled, under clouds.

Haiku-a-day
group of young mallard ducks float in a creek, one with outstretched wings.

Wings flap in the creek,
ducks bathe and preen and begin
to turn beautiful.

Haiku-a-day
A large bumblebee feeding on a sunflower head.

Wings like glass panels,
the bumblebee’s devotion —
October coming.

Haiku-a-day
Three spent sunflower heads in the dirt of a garden bed.

Now they’ll go to seed,
we cut down spent sunflowers,
heads rest in the bed.

Haiku-a-day
A blurred image of a treeline and sky under darkness of morning.

The blurry treeline,
under the clouded half moon,
I'm tired, worried.

Haiku-a-day
A white-tailed deer eating acorns in a thicket, looking at the camera.

She’s crunching acorns
every night at the river,
evening birds sing.

Haiku-a-day
Morning sky with a half moon, swirling clouds, and stars.

Up with the half moon,
moving clouds, stars, mystery,
I disappear here.

Haiku-a-day
A collection of small black acorns and caps from a red oak tree.

No one could make them
feel more perfect in my hand,
the weight of acorns.

Haiku-a-day
A collection of small black acorns and caps from a red oak tree.

Acorns like jewels,
smooth talismans in my hand,
crunch under our feet.

Haiku-a-day
A purple thistle stem with a spent bloom and a new bloom.

I’ve documented
the endless wonders we’ve seen,
and what have we learned?

Haiku-a-day
A bunch of dried lavender, a small tree branch, and hand-folded paper stars tacked to a board.

The collected things
with me for the time being
that I’ve made or found.

Haiku-a-day
A plain white round wall clock hanging among folded paper stars on a tackboard.

I hung a clock like
Félix González-Torres,
second hand that weeps.

Haiku-a-day
A smiling black and white dog with the sun setting behind him over a river.

End of the day walk,
acorns falling on our heads,
we’re finding our way.