Tag: summer

Haiku-ing To Fall

I must not have realized how long it had been between posts. When I realized that potential clients and new readers might land here, I discovered just how much time had passed, and thought a quick update was better than none at all. So here, for the August doldrums, are a few haiku from Spring … Continue reading “Haiku-ing To Fall”

I must not have realized how long it had been between posts. When I realized that potential clients and new readers might land here, I discovered just how much time had passed, and thought a quick update was better than none at all. So here, for the August doldrums, are a few haiku from Spring & Summer 2017. It is August, and DC continues its exodus until Labor Day. Thunderstorms have hit us today, and the rain makes on tired. I’ve just completed my first article for an AARP website, and a few other tipsheets for the Association of Health Care Journalists.

Summer was truly improved by an article on an osprey nest, and a coloring page in Bay Weekly! Below, a few haiku that seemed more beautiful than usual. Do you agree? If anything catches your eye, please leave a comment–haiku reply welcome, of course. Criticism, illustration–or even requests for cards.

 

My first coloring page in Bay Weekly
A few flowers turning toward the sun
A foursquare of photos, summer, and a haiku

Supermoon, for Joyce

The air is so heavy Even the well notice the labor of the lungs, and all we take for granted, that our machines in their molecular perfection might run forever. Cicadas’ summer roar reminds us of forces beyond our control. And yet, we charge–the heat, still humidity, moisture where oxygen cannot find release. We go … Continue reading “Supermoon, for Joyce”

The air is so heavy
Even the well notice the labor
of the lungs, and all we take
for granted, that our machines
in their molecular perfection might run
forever. Cicadas’ summer roar
reminds us of forces
beyond our control.

And yet, we charge–the heat,
still humidity, moisture
where oxygen cannot find release.

We go to the river, chasing breezes
and a supermoon. A trick of the eye
and perspective, she is ready
to swallow us whole.

A trompe l’oeil, you grab her
in one hand, offer me this gift
of levity and light, a chance
to breathe easy
in the night’s embrace.

 

Holding the moon

At the shore

1. Children chasing gulls As if they might ever land Strong wind comes ashore 2.  My boy brings me shells Proof of this wonderful world Grey whorl in his hand 3. Men build sand castles Children catch enormous waves Sand crabs cannot hide 4. Old man boogie boards Salt water in his grey beard Schooling … Continue reading “At the shore”

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1.
Children chasing gulls
As if they might ever land
Strong wind comes ashore
2.
 My boy brings me shells
Proof of this wonderful world
Grey whorl in his hand
3.
Men build sand castles
Children catch enormous waves
Sand crabs cannot hide
4.
Old man boogie boards
Salt water in his grey beard
Schooling the young ones
5.
Next wave is bigger
We wait to ride it to shore
Breakers all around
6.
So much eye candy
Bare chested men body surf
Wash up at my feet
7.
Shoreline erosion
I was here once, years ago
Nothing stays the same
8.
Sunset cruise, dolphins
Jump sleepily off the bow
Surfer Dude patrols
9.
The night takes us in
We can finally exhale
As the summer ends
10.
Watching the boys surf
The waves lift them like small birds
Twittering with joy