─ haiku ─
equinox... the snake's
old skin twined in honeysuckle
on the basement sill
rows of glassy eyes
the Friday fishseller asks
the crowd to line up
the marsh hen
and her skittering chicks...
the moving field of reeds
motionless blades
of a windmill by the sea...
the year's longest day
clamdiggers' rakes...
parallel sandripples
left by ebb tide
a gull's wingfeather...
the sea lifts to a white edge
on a curling wave
a vein of white quartz
at the peak... a narrow creek works
through the plain below
on skis in spring snow...
in the downhill blur a scent
of mountain cedar
From chapbook White
Edge, Curling Wave