April 27: Found Haiku

Overhead on the airport PA while I was traveling home from DC:

If you lost a key

at the Chick-Fil-A

please visit info desk C

March 19: Departure

sense of loss

driving to the airport

roadside memorials

March 9: Travel

air  time  travel

regaining two hours of my life

when I step off the plane

March 7: Winter travel

change of plans
single crow on a bare branch
under falling snow

October 27: Foliage

Packing for a trip.

Maple tree in the yard

just starting to lose leaves.

April 2: On the bus

Long bus ride home--

picking out stars

from streetlights.

 

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March 27: Blue heaven

standing in the blue Gulf

as manatees swim past

it's enough

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March 24: At the gate

Cheap paperback.

Scan the runway for owls.

Pig on a leash.

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March 22: Trip planning

Watching snow fly

while I pack

for our trip to Florida.

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September 14: New Orleans

He texts a photo

of the moon rising

over the Mississippi.

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July 5: End of travel

Arrived home at last.
River, vireo's song
sound exactly the same.

April 14: Driving into spring

It doesn't seem fair.

Just three hours drive south:

flowering magnolias.

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March 23: Before dawn

chuck-will's-widow calls

off to catch an early flight

full moon lights our way

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March 16: Anticipation

brighter than any star

incoming airplane

make a wish

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March 14: Packing anxiety

Trip preparation--

the neurotic little cat

senses something's up.

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January 12: Air travel

A friend from home was flying back from Miami the same day we were (we had dinner with him last night, in fact). He flew out at 7:00 a.m. and went through New York. We flew out at 10:30 a.m. and had a layover in lovely Newark. Yet somehow, we all ended up meeting our baggage in Portland at 4:00 p.m. Ah, the joys and vagaries of air travel.

He left hours before us
and yet here we all are, home,
at baggage claim.

January 11: Last day in the Keys

Paul came up with another haiku today, to commemorate our morning visit to the Key West Cemetery:

 

Epitaph on stone

reads, "I told you I was sick."

Death gets the last laugh.

 

We also came upon a stone for a family's pet deer:

 

Later today we visited the National Key Deer NWR on Big Pine Key for the first time to see the little Key Deer, a subspecies of the (much larger) White-tailed Deer.

 

We once had a dog

bigger than this dark-eyed doe

and much less placid.

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January 6: On the other end of Route One

Traveling in the Floriday Keys, checking out the range of tourist attractions at the opposite end of Route One from Maine.

 

Mangroves, marinas,

shell shacks, tackle shops, dive shops,

sea a different blue.

 

 

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January 5: In the airport

This is what forever feels like:

full sun streaming in,

plane delayed yet again.

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October 3: Stonington, Day Two

Every lawn hosts crows.

On a granite fence post

an offering of pears.

 

 

 

 

 

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