Wednesday, February 21, 2018

February 21: Thaw

overnight thaw
we follow the flight 
of the one white pigeon

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

February 20: Birthday

my mother singing
on my answering machine
another year



*Thank you, Peter Newton, for your edits that made this haiku so much stronger!

Monday, February 19, 2018

February 19: Tracking

life lessons

frozen hieroglyphics
of a crow’s tracks

Sunday, February 18, 2018

February 18: Starry night

Certain revelations—
old moon in the new moon’s arms
and all those stars

Saturday, February 17, 2018

February 17: Winter sun

Head cold finally licked.
Courtship songs of chickadees
all along the path. 

Friday, February 16, 2018

February 16: Overheard

After the meeting
someone telling how a bobcat
ran through his yard.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

February 15: Allegiance

Reciting the Pledge.
Chickadees gleaning insects
along the eaves.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

February 14: Forced beauty

Forced into it—
forsythia twigs
finally starting to bloom. 

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

February 13: Winter Olympics, cont.

Winter Olympics—
eating heart-shaped cookies
Is this for a medal?

Monday, February 12, 2018

February 12: Amaryllis

Cabin fever.
Fading amaryllis
leans on the lamp for strength.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

February 11: Sunday morning

Snow melted by rain.
Cat and I on the back porch
sniffing the air.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

February 10: Winter Olympics

Winter Olympics—
stuck inside with a cold
watching skiing and luge.

Friday, February 9, 2018

February 9: Winter Olympics

Winter Olympics—
amaryllis glows
in the light of the t.v.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

February 8: Rubies

Sunlit sumac berries—
precious as rubies
to winter robins.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

February 7: Symphony No. 25

First flakes start to fall.
Mozart symphony playing
while the cat sleeps on.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

February 6: Deer

In the woods nearby
a doe often reclines
in the same patch of sun.

Monday, February 5, 2018

February 5: Cardinal pair

Holding very still
so I don’t scare the cardinal pair
from the feeder.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

February 4: Mid-winter

It’s come down to this:
staring at a vase of twigs,
some sort of prayer. 

Saturday, February 3, 2018

February 3: Moonrise

Inspired reflection:
watching the moon rise
at the poetry reading.

Friday, February 2, 2018

February 2: Trompe l’œil

Small hole in a tree—
looks like an owl’s perched in there
but it’s a knot. 

Thursday, February 1, 2018

February 1: Reading poetry on a winter's night

Last night in my Maine Poetry class, we read aloud Longfellow's "Wreck of the Hesperus," each of us in turn reading a stanza—an under-appreciated, long-lost form of entertainment.

Full moon on snow.
Reading Longfellow aloud
like they used to.