Monthly Archives: Jul 2017

They bow their heads, avert their eyes

as over the fields and houses I fly

my master’s messages I deliver

down below they point and whisper

asking why from his castle high above

he sends a Raven, not a dove

Haiku

The sea appears calm,

wild feeding frenzy below

life and death drama

Tanka

Mother lies calmly

tolerant of the wild squeals

of her hungry young

I admire her expression,

her eyes closed, she gently snores

Haibun

I reach up to the heavy, wrought-iron latch and and pull down slowly. Resting my shoulder against the dark-timbered door it swings slowly inward. I stumble in and almost fall over the rounded footworn edge of the granite threshold. To my left a wooden settle where I flop, water dripping from my sodden clothing. A feeling of calm pervades after the wild rush of the storm raging outside.

polished brown benches,

tall curving, whitewashed columns

give sanctuary