August 31, 2013


showing off some shine
in this end-of-summer dusk
eggplant


August 30, 2013


lying in our bed
listening to the crickets
check on each other


August 29, 2013


morning bike ride
past a grate and rushing sounds
of last night's rain


August 28, 2013


fifty years later
my father remembers
a smaller “we” than mine


August 27, 2013


so small, in the end,
to have caused all that fuss
uninvited bat

August 26, 2013


caught in the thistles
at the side of the road
fading smell of skunk


August 25, 2013


sometimes we don’t know
the last time we do something
that it’s the last time

(for M.R.)



August 24, 2013

not understanding
but giving in anyway —
the urge to kneel



August 23, 2013


friendly raccoons
once again checking our trash
for treasure


August 22, 2013


double yellow line —
slowly driving the road
that always floods


August 21, 2013


a glint of summer
caught for a few moments
in the spider’s web


August 20, 2013


August roadside stand —
each of us counting up
how much corn we’ll need


August 19, 2013


the beautiful veer
of a startled jay seeing
its own reflection

(for AMJ)


August 18, 2013


peach season —
ants celebrating the juice
dripping from my arm



Update: My friend Wendy responded by writing a haiku of her own... and the next night she made THIS:



Wow. [wipes drool off keyboard]

August 17, 2013

she wants to show me
the promise of blossoms
before they open

(for T.F.)


August 16, 2013


we know, yet forget —
the squash will take over
our entire yard


August 15, 2013


honeymoon album —
he remembers the pictures
that didn’t come out

(for my parents)





August 14, 2013


just-picked strawberries
how else to imagine
the taste of sunshine?


August 13, 2013


our purple phlox
curved almost to the earth
by this morning’s rain



August 12, 2013


change of season —
the boy moves ahead to lead
the family bike ride

August 11, 2013


the shadows
welcome their monsters home —
cancer’s return

(for I.Z.)

August 10, 2013


opening windows —
welcoming humidity
to hear the crickets

August 09, 2013


instead of songs
she hears the breaths between —
emphysema



(for my Tante Dorit)


Little D

So you know how in books the pirates' parrots are always hanging out on their shoulders?

Turns out it's a thing.


And look who's home! We are very pleased to welcome Django to our family. And yes, we have thought about this.


August 08, 2013


this moon so new
a note on my calendar
is all I see of it


August 07, 2013

August 06, 2013


late afternoon
flip turns in the lap lane —
I open my eyes


August 05, 2013


watching birds in flight
until they’re too far to see —
the girlfriend who left


August 04, 2013


a pair of cardinals
checking in with each other
across the garden


August 03, 2013


stones we collected
together (for their beauty)
gone dry and plain now


August 02, 2013


bedtime crickets
busily counting something
uncountable

August 01, 2013


birdsong beginning
just before the clouds
let down their last drops