beneath the full moon the scorched earth continues giving back the day #haiku

cicadas screaming as though the world might listen this time #haiku

the sun leans close a jealous god, melting time one cicada screams #haiku

black milk of the field root mouth ash bird threnody under the tongue of the river

moonlit field the thistle casts a king’s shadow #haiku

prove to me orange cats aren’t bodhisattva #haiku

the creek bends around what will not #haiku

distant thunder curls inside me as if rain were an ancestor

first swim this year my body remembers it is mostly river #haiku

inside the wolf’s gaze another forest I almost remember #haiku

walking in nature my anger loses its edges #haiku

mosquito on my wrist the summer enters by needle #haiku

river meeting rain no border survives #haiku

we make the world from every door we leave unopened #haiku

a crow watching me as though waiting for evolution to continue #haiku

the can I kicked waits farther down the road #haiku

warm tomato salt on my fingers summer #haiku

sunlit field the hawk and field mouse move through one life #haiku

the stag enters dusk as though the dark were opening inward #haiku

pine needles cover the narrow path I meant to follow hh

last twilight of spring the fox carries fire under its tongue #haiku

spring’s final noon the green king bows his head to the ripening grain #haiku

under elder bloom the dead sit very still to hear summer begin #haiku

bare feet in creekwater the body joins what the mind divided #haiku

your face at dusk a bird crossing the last light #haiku

a fox at twilight takes the path I would have chosen had I been the fox #haiku

nothing happens then happens again more quietly #haiku

young moon caught in the pine branches the night still unfinished #haiku

the deer watches from the ruined orchard I forget my explanation #haiku

the white stag turns and the forest closes behind what might have been #haiku

fog by the crossroads a black stallion waits beside the road not taken #haiku

rain on the old road a fox with nine shadows crosses into dusk #haiku #tailypo

thunder in the west the life I thought was lost opens its fiery wings #haiku

I praise the dark sky not because it saves me not because it threatens but because it refuses to be small #poetry (page 1 of 2) ⬇️

not myself for one breath only birdsong #haiku

I walked into the pines not to be alone but to be less certain of where I ended and the morning with one clear bird and its low green fire received me #poetry

wherever you are I hope the world has forgiven our missteps I hope the night has learned your name I hope the road keeps opening without asking what you’ve lost and when the last wind passes through the grass I hope for one moment it sounds like coming home #poetry

wind through cedars I am instructed by no command #haiku

dawn over the meadow the evidence shines too beautifully to accuse dew on the flattened grass one red hair caught on a thorn the sun saying nothing

disparate path with each turn I multiply #haiku

black horse the moon sharpens its silver knife #haiku

Appomattox fog a heron steps out of my forgetting #haiku

storm pasture the horse becomes what the thunder meant #haiku

Corolla storm ridge one bright horse tears open the distance #haiku

cat on stone wall chooses sun chooses shade in superposition #haiku

barefoot in wet grass my body remembers it was never separate #haiku

beside the path I remember I am not a path #haiku

crescent moon the fox slips through a cut in the night #haiku

stone buddha a salamander climbs the middle way #haiku

bronze soldier rain gathers first in the open hand #haiku