August 21: Sermons in stones

"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds... sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it." --William Shakespeare, in As You Like It

Sea-stones tell their stories--

the main character is time,

waves drive the plot.

 

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August 20: Mums in August

At the nursery--

thousands of potted mums wait,

one (yellow) blooming.

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August 19: Cocktail hour

sipping tequila

under the weeping willow

as the fog moves in

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August 18: Night music

Crickets so loud

I can't hear myself think,

can only close my eyes.

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August 17: Lucia Beach

Girls hum to snails.
I look for a heart,
find a pocketful of moons.

August 16: Late summer afternoon, Owls Head harbor

Beach bared by low tide,
kids and gulls screaming.
Later, homemade blueberry pie.

August 15: Elizabeth Bishop Symposium

The North Haven (Island) Library hosted a symposium over the past two days celebrating Elizabeth Bishop, one of my favorite poets. I attended this morning's session, which entailed taking an early boat from Rockland and returning by ferry this afternoon, head full of thoughts about Bishop's life and poems, while across the water clouds piled up dramatically over the Camden Hills.

In honor of this event, I thought I'd give myself the exercise of starting off today's haiku with a line of Bishop's poem "North Haven":

Nature repeats herself--
waves rock the ferry,
storm-petrels weave among them.

August 14: What gets me out of bed

Better than coffee--
waking to blue sky,
goldenrod blooming.

August 13: Crickets

Tonight I notice
humming of crickets--
when did summer start to end?

August 12: Sky show

walking home
after a couple of drinks
the sky a revelation

Over the Riverwalk

August 11: Perseids

Perseid meteor shower--

wishes ready,

we watch together.

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