butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
small patches of blue —the way we each make surethe other notices
the feeling of snowoverhead getting readyto let go and fall
chickadee and wrensomehow always just ahead —birding by ear
rain in the forecast —the neighborhood fox walks bytrying not to limp
waning February —seeds in the earth working outwhich way is up
post-tornado —our heads still feelingthe weight of that spin
fish in a bowlwatching for flakes of food —where is my blizzard?
summer's juicy bugsgive way to stashes of seeds —chickadees mixing it up
all the trees that grewafter they drained Bear Swampdead now that it's back
little mountain streamsrolling under see-through ice —just aiming for home
blackest winter skyshot full of tiny star holes —sun seeming gone for good
a surge in bird song
so loud we can hear it
through closed windows
somehow the waterknows just where to go —listening to the rain
seagulls and pigeons —we fight with the city birdsfor space on the steps
giant spy balloonslooking down on derailed trains —just six weeks in now
Super Bowl potluck —we all bring the dish we knoweveryone counts on
quiet forest walk —in the leaves underfoot weread the trees above
I remember topour water on the embers —hard not to mourn fire
knowing the waterwill slip through my fingers —cupping them anyway
first song of the dayone I don't recognizejust passing through
call and response —I hold onto our storieshoping you return
all these sore musclesfrom the day I tried tocatch you as you fell
snow-scented breeze —imagining the gardensall decked out in white
put back Audre Lorde,bell hooks, Kimberlé Crenshaw,June Jordan…
