jornales

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

my sighs

on upraised branches 

of the pine tree–I leave 

my sighs

–a  jornal I so need!

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January 31, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | Leave a comment

willow trees

against the sky–

the bare willow trees sag 

under a full moon

Pickings do come rare now but still, here’s a surprise last evening–a priceless jornal.

January 27, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | Leave a comment

weight of air

through a glass window

peonies! –the weight of air

on a solo night

What this haiku gave me was a jornal of upliftment, having seen peonies as glassed-in as I feel I am.

January 25, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | Leave a comment

chill wind

chill wind

the leaves rattle nameless now–

who will bury them?

Where jornales come scarce, I pick a sound–enough for the eternity of a day.

January 20, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | Leave a comment

bare trees

on a street

lined by bare cherry trees–

nothing but grey skies

Each haiku–its own jornal.

January 20, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | Leave a comment

winter3

honking overhead

a flock of geese crossing the moon

for the last mile back?

Can’t figure out a jornal for this picking.

January 12, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | Leave a comment

winter picking2

frost on tips of cypress–

in the silence

i wait for the sun

It happens. It must be the season. Pickings get scarce. Hard to find a jornal, which is why this haiku is a rare treasure I ‘picked’ on a bus ride.

January 8, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | Leave a comment

looking for a poem

in the blizzard

blindly,

looking for a poem

My jornal? This haiku on a mild Vancouver winter day, but filled with memories of New York blizzards.

January 3, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | Leave a comment