September 30, 2013

the leaves that neither
turned brilliant colors nor fell —
this is their haiku

September 29, 2013

out of town guests
making hand-gathered bouquets
of our fallen leaves

September 28, 2013

the fox by the road 
lines drawn with liquid grace, 
even in death

September 27, 2013

cooler days
mayflies come inside to say
hello and goodbye

September 26, 2013

laughing at myself
when the neighbor’s darn porch light
turns beautiful moon

September 25, 2013

box of owl pellets —
the science teacher stands there

September 24, 2013

the day’s early start
a spider begins her web
in moonlight

September 23, 2013

the call and response
of bedtime affirmations
love’s layered quilts

September 22, 2013

day’s end
and the sound of a dog’s sigh
curling into it

September 21, 2013

black before
the rest of the world goes dark
pine trees at dusk

(Last week, Jonathan Ferrell, a former Florida A&M football player who recently moved to the Charlotte, N.C., area to be with his fiancĂ©e, had a horrible car crash. The 24-year-old broke out the back window to escape and walked, injured, to knock on the nearest door for help. Now, Ferrell is dead. The neighbor he asked for aid called 911 (“He is trying to kick down my door,” she cried on the phone), and one of the responding police officers shot the unarmed Ferrell 10 times.)

September 20, 2013

September 19, 2013

her confident gaze
this time, surely, the tree hides
a squirrel

(With Robin Segal and Junie in Toronto.)

September 18, 2013

following a path
shaped by the needs of deer
food, water, safety

September 17, 2013

“Go look at the moon,”
she tells me, and I try to,
but here comes a cloud...

September 16, 2013

late night walk
wishing the skunk family
the best of health

September 15, 2013

these now-bare branches
stirring up the Milky Way
cold nights on their way

September 14, 2013

sweeping the porch
at the end of the party
autumn breeze

September 13, 2013

we can’t get over
her busy little nibbles
backyard bunny

September 12, 2013

distant sirens
and the shine of wet pavement
after the storm

(Holding the people of Seaside Heights in my heart.)

September 11, 2013

oh, okay, August
come back to visit
but just for today!

September 10, 2013

one last heat wave
I join the spirea,
wilt at the edges

September 09, 2013

autumn’s colors
a brand new folder
for every subject

September 08, 2013

honking and jostling
over this year’s alphabet
geese getting ready

September 07, 2013

it seems we’re adrift
until we look behind
and see our wake

September 06, 2013

moonless night
my father’s voice in my head
as I name the stars

September 05, 2013

old climbing tree
so big it fills up the frame
of this summer day

September 04, 2013

poking holes
in the morning’s fabric
treetop crows

September 03, 2013

mosquitoes sneak in
to hum duets with our

September 02, 2013

end of the day
discovering that we both saw
that tiny bunny