17 December 2023 (winter dawn)

winter dawn

a black-and-white cat

prowls the lawn’s edge

15 November 2022 (vase)

a glass vase

filled with grouse feathers

killing frost

3 November 2022 (Orion)

all of Orion . . .

he leaves before dawn

for his hunting trip

10 January 2022 (tracks)

tracks in snow . . .

the lives

after this one

2 November 2021 (frost)

Twelve years ago yesterday I began this blog! I didn’t know what I was doing for several years, and I took occasional breaks from the “daily” thing, but the important thing to me was that I was writing regularly, at a time in my life when a stressful job was sapping my time and energy, especially my creative energy. At this point, my daily practice of haiku has become necessary to my well-being. And, as is often said, a haiku is essentially a collaboration between the writer and the reader—so thank you for accompanying me along the way and completing the circle.

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dawn moon . . .

frost coats the nail heads

in the deer stand

28 October 2021 (snow)

snow in the mountains . . .

his hunting knife

newly sharpened

20 November 2020 (hike)

November hike

gauging the distances

of gunfire

7 October 2020 (acorns)

grouse season

the sharp reports

of falling acorns

February 27: Good view

ladder to a deer stand

in the big lone pine

deer tracks in mud below

January 10: Cooper's Hawk, Main St., Rockland

Graceful spray of birds--

hawk chases a pigeon flock

over downtown roofs.

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November 25: Last day of hunting season

Blank, chilly white sky all day, but as I drove south yesterday afternoon the sunset created a vivid orange glow on the horizon, a line of color contoured by conifers. It was the last day of the regular season for hunting deer, and pickup trucks were parked at wooded edges all along Route 1. As dusk deepened, I saw a few hunters returning empty-handed to their trucks.

Glowing orange horizon.
Blaze orange of hunter
lit by his truck light.

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