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

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.

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.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

July 2018

July 5, 2018

These haiku are from my work in progress, Farm Song.

Awake too early
the redwing sings

Losing shape
on the flat hot rock
wet handprints, wet footprints

From the hillside
a wood thrush
almost inaudible

Heat lightning
a warm gust pushes
into a warm room

Heading to the Woodslawn Farm fields with a baler on a hot mid-summer day many years ago.