14 January 2023 (spitting snow)

spitting snow a swirl of white gulls over a dumpster

25 November 2022 (gulls)

huddled gulls . . .

ships wrapped in plastic

shed the rain

30 September 2022 (storm surge)

storm surge—

a passing eagle

lifts all the gulls

22 September 2022 (storm)

storm surge

gulls ride the waves

of thunder

21 August 2022 (gulls)

dry well . . .

young gulls squabble over

fallen apples

17 August 2022 (dawn)

island dawn

before the rooster

gulls

22 May 2022 (sunset)

island sunset

the calls of the gulls

intensify

4 August 2021 (gulls)

afternoon rush hour

a gull flock hawks a hatch

of flying ants

8 September 2020 (gulls)

The other day while we were hanging out on the ledges looking out at Rockport Harbor, my husband said he has always wanted to write something that mentions “the to-ing and fro-ing” of gulls. I told him that would make a good haiku. Here are our two versions:

Paul’s version:

McDonald’s lunch rush

gulls to-ing

and fro-ing

*

My version:

low tide

the to-ing and fro-ing

of gulls

7 March 2020 (wind)

March gale

on the bay whitecaps

become gulls

6 June 2019 (crescent moon)

crescent moon

sinking into the surf

late cries of gulls