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.

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