Thursday, March 7, 2019

March 2019

Early morning in Colrain after the March 5, 2019 snowstorm.
March 5, 2019

Parting words
a window thrown open
to the spring evening

Mauve tulips
the garden shades
from twilight to dusk

Evening stroll
stopped. by the blank of peepers
stopping

White picket fence
dandelions
on both sides

As you can tell, I’m impatient for spring. Farm Song is still a work-in-progress, with no deadline I dare announce.
     c.p.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

January 2019


Black-and-white cows
he opens the barn door
to a sky of stars

So cold so clear . . .
how many steps from here
to Orion

Hungry
the kitchen table laid
with seed catalogs

Sink-full of dishes
kitchen walls streaked pink
by sunrise
Grandchildren in the farm kitchen, Spring 1998

Winter kitchen -
rereading the newspaper
before it feeds the fire

Snow on the road
on the fields, on the branches . . .
on the cardinal

p.s. "Farm Song" is still a work-in-progress, with more complications and more interruptions than I could have imagined.
     c.p.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

October Reunion

Far-flung family members gather on the farm for a reunion in early October.

Picnic tables
heavy with conversation
home cooking'

Home coming –
behind the cellar door
summer in a hundred flavors

On every shelf
jars of spaghetti sauce
the cellar's chill touch

Garden bell
all but its timbre
lost in the sunflowers

These haiku are from my work in progress, Farm Song, but you probably will have forgotten them by the time the book is finished.
     c.p.