for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

winter picking


abandoned nests

snag clear lines of bare trees–

the pain of leaving

A picking that has eased the bareness of winter–that’s my jornal from this haiku.

December 23, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | 2 Comments

foam on the waves

foam on the waves–

in the wind her skirt clings


Edited version of haiku no.2 under ‘summer returnees’. Thanks to Emma!

December 17, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , , | 3 Comments

summer returnees



on the marsh

a heron makes a step–



foam on the waves–

the hem of her skirt heavier



on ferry ride

the flight path of a seagull

ends behind my eye

My ‘jornal’?  Memories in snap shots that keep returning.

December 15, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , | 2 Comments