Saturday, October 23, 2010

Haiku #383

a late snack
rattle
of an evening train

Friday, October 22, 2010

Haiku #382

a still night
the mouse trap rattles
then doesn't

Haiku #381

his illness
her beloved flower beds
gone to weeds

Haiku #380

hunger
a cat meets me
after my long day at work

Haiku #379

not good as the last one
a slice of pie
after a bad day

Haiku #378

shutting a book
a pause
before turning out the light

Haiku #377

not yet too cold
brown field
a buzzard soars

Haiku #376

full moon and rabbits
late night trip to the woodpile
the dog comes along

Haiku #375

October 21
the strangeness
of leaves still green

Haiku #374

autumn wind--
in the waving of the grass
my whole life

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Haiku #373

we hurry home
to drink it warm
first jug of cider

Monday, October 11, 2010

Haiku #372

a day at the lake
all the long way home 
smell of wet dog

Haiku #371

lake's edge
a rotting fish
we carry the chairs further

Haiku #370

tense situation--
fingering lint
inside the pocket

Haiku #369

at the river
twilight
a ragged line of gulls

Haiku #368

there in the graveyard
trees
autumn's first blush

Saturday, October 09, 2010

Haiku #367

a light left on
pale moths flutter up
the outside pane

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Haiku #366

no spider
just a bit of milkweed fluff
in the web

Monday, October 04, 2010

Haiku #365

trash burning--
tall flames
in the weak October light

Haiku #364

taking a shortcut--
the sadness of an orchard
that bore no fruit

Sunday, October 03, 2010

Haiku #363

stirring against
a pink October sunset
dark leaves

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Haiku #362

warming myself
first wood fire of the season
cold October rain

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The Secret of Hurricanes : That article in the Waterville Scout said it was Shake- spearean, all that fatalism that guides the Kennedys' lives. The likelihood of untimely death. Recently, another one died in his prime, John-John in an airplane. Not long before that, Bobby's boy. While playing football at high speeds on snow skis. Those Kennedys take some crazy chances. I prefer my own easy ways. Which isn't to say my life hasn't been Shake-spearean. By the time I was sixteen, my life was like the darkened stage at the end of Hamlet or Macbeth. All littered with corpses and treachery.

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