Tag Archives: haiku

TALISMAN

Posted on September 14, 2020 by | 5 comments

 

 

From out of the smoke
raining with ash, white egret
at standing water.

 

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RED DAWN

Posted on August 21, 2020 by | 4 comments

 

 

Eleven thousand
lightning strikes, three hundred fires:
smoke in the canyon.

 

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THIN FILAMENT

Posted on August 7, 2020 by | Leave a comment

 

 

Wild entanglements
clutch the fate of the planet
with thin filament.

 

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EARLY APRIL 2020

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Miracles begin
with rain enough to restore
dry hills green again.

 

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EARLY JANUARY

Posted on January 7, 2020 by | 4 comments

 

 

Five Western Bluebirds
at the local water hole
after the fog lifts.

 

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IDES OF AUGUST

Posted on August 15, 2019 by | 2 comments

 

 

Blueberry moonrise
never in the same place twice—
acorns ripe in oak trees.

 

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UP THE HILL

Posted on August 6, 2019 by | 3 comments

 

© Terri Blanke

 

Not an easy climb
to rise above the bluster
of the self=righteous.

 

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LAST EMBRACE

Posted on June 13, 2019 by | 3 comments

 

 

Held in high regard,
we let the dead lean until
we lay down to rest.

 

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GOING HOME

Posted on May 24, 2019 by | 1 comment

 

 

No need to worry
about fancy horsemanship—
the girls know the way.

 

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SHIPPING DAY 2005

Posted on May 19, 2019 by | Leave a comment

 

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Privilege and luck
to know and work with fine men
while getting older.

A part of them sticks
to the sides of gaping holes
they have left us with

to load semi-trucks
with ripened grass on the hoof—
cowmen to count on.

 

 

Returning home yesterday after a moving celebration of the life of Earl McKee, Robbin went through some her photos trying to determine the age of our old dog, only to run across her photo of Tom Grimmius and Art Tarbell on Dry Creek, two more from the old school that are no longer with us to help get the job done. Reminding me of H.C. “Bud” Jackson’s “The Good ‘Uns” about Cleo Denny and other local and progressive cattlemen, published in 1980.

 

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