Haiku-a-day
A large cloud bank against a blue sky over a river in autumn.

We’re swallowed by it —
the clouds making a bright sheen
on the wide river.

Haiku-a-day
A Beech tree in a forest carved with initials, hearts, and designs.

Totem in the woods,
Beech tree carved with initials,
hearts fused in the knots.

Haiku-a-day
A sandhill crane feeding on acorns in grass near a forest edge.

Body smooth as stone,
neck like a flying kite tail —
sandhill crane in fall.

Haiku-a-day
A clump of orange marigolds blooming.

Unfazed by cold nights,
marigolds in October
grow like there’s no end.

Haiku-a-day
The sun sets behind a shilhouetted old-growth forest.

The curtain of night
closes on the old forest
you and I walk through.

Haiku-a-day
The sun reflected in a marsh among grasses and lily pads at the edge of a small lake.

At the evening marsh,
the sun and the lily pads
float in the grasses.

Haiku-a-day
Two shadows on a bridge cast on a river with Canadian Geese floating.

At the bridge’s edge
we’re thrown into the river
by long warm shadows.

Haiku-a-day
Three deer feed on a river bank among trees changing color in October.

Peace at the river,
deer feed on the other side,
birdsong in all ears.

Haiku-a-day
Milkweed gone to seed in early fall on a sunshiney day.

Milkweed mechanics —
the stalk, husk, seed, fluff, and wind,
like a bird perched, flown.

Haiku-a-day
Sunlight on the current of a shallow river.

It reaches for me —
late sunlight on the river,
not too late for me.

Haiku-a-day
A tall oak tree in silhouette against evening sun behind it lighting up trees changing color in October.

Birds take their places
in trees along the river —
October sinks in.

Haiku-a-day
Early evening mackerel sky clouds over a forest at the edge of a small lake.

I call myself back
from the depths, the dark places,
for a second chance.

Haiku-a-day
Early evening sun shines through s stand of tall trees.

Evening sun falls
behind the shimmering trees,
you say, “Let's turn back.”

Haiku-a-day
A young woman and man take their first dance as a married pair.

A pattern emerged
early and told them both to say,
“Your story is mine.”

Haiku-a-day
A deer stands in a thicket with the sun low in the sky behind it with long shadows in the foreground across a path.

These soft gentle days,
no worry in the shadows —
deer and trees alike.