pipeline plans —

dotted lines show us where

the people will stand

leafless branches

reaching up out of long habit —

I drive past your house

(for Ann)

When do we want it?

Yesterday!

(making the old chant new)

Wanna play?

Photo: Junie, a duck-tolling retriever friend of mine, with ball in mouth

Wanna play?

Friends, my #haikuversary is coming up on Friday, March 17th!

I hereby invite you to join me in celebrating the art of haiku.

Here are some ways that you might decide to join in the fun. (Put whatever you decide to share either here in the comments or over on Twitter, where I am @butwait.)

• Poke around in the archives, find a favorite, and share it! Bonus points if you tell me why you like it. (But sometimes it's hard to say why, so no pressure.)
• Find a photo that you think pairs well with one of my haiku, and either tell me about it or create a haiga (image + haiku, e.g. this one)!
• Pick a date that is meaningful to you and let me share a haiku I wrote on that date. Bonus points if you tell me why the date is significant to you.
• Send me a word that you'd like to see me try to incorporate into a haiku (no promises!)
• Tell me about a moment that seemed "haiku-worthy" to you, but that you haven't quite managed to capture in the way you were hoping to
• Share a haiku of your own! (And don't focus too much on the whole 5-7-5 thing.)
• Tell me about your haiku reading practice! Do you come here and read mine, or do you only read them on Twitter? Who else writes haiku that you enjoy?
• Got any other ideas? Last year at least one friend wrote a haiku in response to one of mine, which was lovely and thrilling.

Thank you for considering putting some time and energy into making what is sure to be an already excellent day even sweeter!

early March —

the fox dirties her paws

digging for spring

at my first March —

holding a girl’s hand

to feel the future

resist and persist

meltwater and birdsong —

read me that again

(HT @MsPackyetti)

the space at the base

of the weeping cherry tree

not yet a refuge

circling again

somehow still not cleared to land —

airport seagulls