Birth of Venus

Venus, born of foam,
Risen fully formed, wringing
Water from her hair

Ginkgo

Dance of a thousand
Fans, ginkgo leaves' fluttering
Beguiles frenzied light

Bones of the earth

Rocky mountain range:
Soil-flesh pared from stone-spine, bones
Of the earth laid bare

Aspen

Silver-green spangled
Leaves tremble like castanets
Atop smooth white bark

Pastoral anachronism

Holsteins idle at
River's edge, a Dutch landscape
Near the interstate

First color

What color is an
Infant's first room, mother's womb,
Ripe pomegranate?

Lisa's breakfast

"THIS is my kind of
Cereal!" she beams, mouth full
Of Rice-Crispy treat

A river runs through

Born via water,
Evolved from it, embodied
Stream of consciousness

Sunday afternoon at the creek

Wade to the middle:
Feel primordial sludge 'tween
Toes, slip on slick stone

Bearded iris

Bearded iris, no
Mere fleur-de-lis, flaunts purple-
Tinged labial falls

Palimpsest

Many-layered time
Erased, repeated--the past
Bleeds through--deja vu

Wyoming

Wyoming landscape
In your wild, arid beauty
I see my own face

Welcome!

I have long been a haiku fanatic. As host of a friend's asian-themed bridal shower, instead of the ridiculous traditional games, I had the guests each write a haiku for the bride and groom, which I compiled and presented them as a wedding gift.

Day-to-day, I often notice a scene, frequently in nature, that is stunning, and I want to capture it.

So this blog is my putting 2 and 2 together. A kind of poetic diary. Enjoy!