Monday, December 31, 2012

Thinned by drought

thinned by drought, fire,
and finally autumn—
through these woods
I see a freight train
carrying off the year

—Atlas Poetica, Autumn 2012


Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Winter sun

winter sun
finally breaks through—
my mother
knew to cut my apple
so I could see its star

—A Hundred Gourds, 1:3 June 2012


Saturday, December 22, 2012

I marvel

I marvel
at these small-town ways
more than once
the post office clerk
wishing me Merry Christmas 

—Dec. 2011 (Magnolia, Texas)

Happy Holidays . . . and warm, peace-filled wishes.


Monday, December 17, 2012

After the snow

after the snow
a large-winged seagull
fills the sky

—Haiku News, Dec. 16, 2009; Haiku News Anthology, 2012

It was big news for us: a beautiful, light snow—the earliest one on record for Houston, Texas. Houston is located about 50 miles from the Gulf of Mexico; it rarely snows there, much less the first week in December (not to mention one day before my birthday). An exceptionally cool winter would follow.


Friday, December 14, 2012

Special post

Prayers and thoughts for all those affected by the shooting tragedy at Sandy Hook elementary school in Connecticut ... those precious little children and many other victims.

Also today, for the 22 children wounded in a knife attack outside an elementary school in Henan Province, China.

Monday, December 10, 2012

My grandfather; his early years

my grandfather,
grower of Christmas trees
rows of them
.....before that, children
.....rows of them

      his early years

      on the Kansas prairie,
      and hard . . . like the squares
      of his homemade fudge

Landfall: Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka, 2007

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The needle

the needle 
skips across tracks
on a warped LP 
.....songs in my life
.....I cannot replay

Ribbons, Autumn 2012

A friend gave me three or four wonderful LPs many years ago. For some reason, I left them in my car, which was parked at the top, i.e., open-air level, of a parking garage. Brilliant, I know. (Vinyl melts.)

LPs? I must be old. Today's my birthday.