12 April 2023 (hey Siri)

“hey Siri…”

even with the window closed

first phoebe

11 April 2023 (his face)

his face on the screen

hidden by cigarette smoke

. . . poplar catkins

10 April 2023 (spring in Maine)

spring in Maine . . .

the flowers and birdsong

of t.v. golf

9 April 2023 (right when)

right when they’re supposed to be spring peepers

8 April 2023 (spring gusts)

spring gusts

a squirrels’ nest disarrayed

by crows

7 April 2023 (new meds)

I just want to express gratitude to those readers/friends who reached out to me this week to make sure I was ok. I did post a few haiku that were bleak in tone, but I hasten to assure you that all is well and those poems (including this one) are not representative of my personal reality! But I was really touched that some people in my life read my haiku closely enough to be worried about me and reach out—thank you very much for caring.

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new meds . . .

fog-wet pussy willows

embrace a power line

6 April 2023 (spring flow)

spring flow

all her million-dollar

ideas

5 April 2023 (spring snow)

spring snow

the sputtering motor

of the song sparrow

4 April 2023 (3 a.m.)

3 a.m.

the darkness outside

the darkness inside

3 April 2023 (carrying)

carrying my anger

to the breakwater’s end

blast grooves in granite

2 April 2023 (hey la)

hey la hey la

my boyfriend’s back

first phoebe