random seasons, a haiku/senryu series
stone wall
mottled hands escaping
through air
ham flavor
hangs about her sweater
hospice weekend
though touch-less
the intimate rustle of silk
fall
dog buries
bruises
hobbling out of my midnight winter moon
apple core
how to bottle
memories
a tiger
musing on my eye
autumn dusk
chopped beets
i wash the knife
of traces
open page
an opaque scent
in his bath water
oak stump–
i remember the hornets
last summer
shell shards
on a paint roller
a womb
My haiku at haikudoodle’s ‘Dia de los Muertos’ (Day of the Dead) page, a theme for the month
My haiku beautifully interwoven with excellent and masterfully crafted haiku, tanka and haiga by mostly great poet friends at Margaret Dornaus’ Dia de lost Muertos (Day of the Dead) page at her blog haiku doodle shared as link on my blogroll. It’s a month-long theme with prayers offered for our beloved dead in most Christian Catholic churches. Check it out!
pine sprigs—
discarded memories
on an old grave
candle drippings
on the epitaph—
a broken word
disarmed
the cypress grove
bares my grief
autumn rain
on the stone virgin’s shoulders—
my tears
day of his death
a paddle of wings
forever

Because there were no pictures during the burials and the graves of my beloved dead, I’m posting here my shot in a vist last summer at Robert Frost’s grave at First Church, Bennington, Vermont, his eptiaph: ‘I had a lover’s quarrel with the world’. Buried with him in this grave are his wife and children
soft rain/spring wind/white dust (spring memories haiku)
soft rain–
she spins a ball
from memories
spring wind
on nodding daffodils–
my ‘No’ again
white dust
on boxes of three years–
still wind