22 September 2023 (mountain ash)

mountain ash berries . . .

a branch of waxwings shares

the sunset

1 April 2023 (creeping)

a creeping suspicion of spring partridgeberries

5 July 2022 (midsummer)

midsummer viburnum

between flowers

and berries

30 July 2021 (blueberries)

blueberry patch

the book I spend all summer

trying to finish

8 May 2020 (bog)

spring bog

last fall’s cranberries

still sour

13 December 2019 (winterberry)

winterberries

I find myself thinking

like a bird

19 November 2019 (bearberry)

Still hung up on berries…

bearberries

the animal in me

taking stock

18 November 2019 (winterberry)

winterberry

decorating for Christmas

a month early

10 November 2019 (bearberry)

I’ve been working on an essay about berries this week, hence the recent profusion of berry images in my haiku. There’s something inspiring about working a theme from many different angles, finding diverse paths to the heart.

bearberry

the small beautiful things

we step on

August 20: Berry-picking

ripe blackberries falling

into my stained fingers

words from your lips

 

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August 23: On the mountain

We took the chairlift most of the way up Sugarloaf Mountain today, then hiked the rest of the way to the summit on ski trails blanketed with stones, bunchberries, crowberries, cranberries, and flowering alpine cinquefoil. Just below the summit we were surprised to see a Whimbrel, a largish shorebird, fly past us. 

At the summit, out of breath,

sustained by berries

and flights of birds.