Tag Archives: haiku

HARVEST

 

 

Two sections of grass,
twenty-four tons on the hoof
leaving for your plate.

 

SHIPPING DAY

 

 

A season teeters
on the beam, calves condensing
strong grass on the hoof.

 

MOTHER’S DAY

 

 

Flash of tender bloom
for a single day each year
when we remember.

 

“Let the Mothers Decide to Make War”

 

SEVENTY

 

 

Trees and flowers
below clouds above the creek
never looked the same.

 

BLACK PHOEBE

 

 

Neither trust nor fear
of us inhibits a hawk’s
delight on the lawn.

 ~

The Sharp Shinned Hawk has been making a living around the house for over two months and become our coffee and cocktail entertainment. We do all but applaud its low flap and glide aerobatics in pursuit of startled quail. Though probably only a temporary guest, we’ve become comfortable with one another’s tastes and habits. Not too persnickety, the Sharp Shinned Hawk taunts us with ground squirrels (dead or alive) quail and ringnecked dove. Last night, a Black Phoebe was the casualty.

 

PARTNERS

 

 

On and off the trail
they’ve learned to work together
and with us as well.

 

MOVING COWS 3

 

 

We dream of coasting
into a ripe green pasture
that wants for nothing.

 

MOVING COWS 2

 

 

Ripe April grasses
bellyhigh on the leaders
blind below their knees.

 

MOVING COWS

 

 

Mothers and babies,
pastoral dreams cross the green
with girls a horseback.

 

PLASTIC WATERGAP

 

 

Stretched across the creek
for looks like herding humans,
not stampedes or floods.