Friday haiku 102

Sitting at the changing tide
Beside the ancient harbor
Waves already lapping our feet

Friday haiku 101

To the mantis
I am a soft, pulsating
Mountain

The trees, exhausted

The trees, exhausted
abandon their leaves
to the crowing wind

Don’t look for wild geese
to lift the darkening sky

That inner burning
that leaves you spent
will also light your way home

Friday haiku 100

A century of days
Each of them an equal part
Of forever

Friday haiku 99

September moon
Sailing above cicadas
Dying for love