Five Haiku from Weather
breaking the hammock
I rest a while
on my new blanket
the geese always arguing
late summer
early fall
each day
crossing the same creek
I am less certain
light January rain—
fifty-eight geese
and time to count them
looking up
from the blank page…
winter clouds
First published, respectively, in Frogpond, Modern Poetry, Guest, The Red Alder Review and Acorn.