Monday, September 11, 2017

September 2017

Two newly emerged Monarch butterflies on a hanging plant at Woodslawn Farm. September 8, 2017

September 9, 2017

A few timely haiku from the new book I am putting together, “A Drift of Birdsong.”
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Seeing through
the empty chrysalis
a child’s wonder

Hurricane threat
the name of the first-grade friend
who cut off my bangs

Hurricane cleanup
in a large puddle
one blue boot

Pointing out a star . . .
on my wrist
the fan of mosquito wings

A backyard drainage swale in Stuart, FL fills with overnight rains from the soon-to-be-arriving Hurricane Irma. September 10, 2017

A frog in Crystal Springs, FL awaits Hurricane Irma on a front porch. September 9, 2017.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

June 2017


More haiku from the new book I am putting together, “A Drift of Birdsong.”
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Longest day
the child rolls and rolls
down the gentle slope
Ball and bat -
cracking a window
literally
Through three songs
puzzling me
the catbird
Honeybee harvest
round and round
a ring of yellow roses

Monday, March 27, 2017

Remembering


Herbert George Purington
September 22, 1924 - March 28, 2016


The grandfather's whistle
in the antique apple tree
last year's oriole

Stonewall builder -
on the backs of his muscled hands
thick veins meander

Mending fences -
long chat with the neighbor
whose cows are in our corn

Family Farm





On his birthday
the white-haired man who is my father
passes around
a wedge of tree trunk –
wide growth rings, narrow ones

On his way
to somewhere far
the man with white hair
brakes for a turtle on its way
to somewhere near

Faces I Might Wear