Haiku II opus 772
| 28 February 2026 1608 Hours | | Poetry |
Buffleheads are here
All the way from Alaska
Black and white small jewels.
Cat walks by my feet
Headed to its pan of food
Thought of my presence?
Walnut blossoms fall
Blown away by wind and rain
Scattered on the ground.
Fulgurite sits still
Created by lightning strike
Now, quiet, resting.
Black Gnu skull on porch
Its past home was Africa
Wish to see it 'live.
With acid reflux
Antacid is one weapon
Perhaps some relief.
Hey, Leonard Cohen
Old man waxing young again
Might I emulate?
Haiku touches thought
A gentle fog drifting in
Dew accumulates.
Age has come to me
Body is slow and with pain
Mind is sharp and clear.
Fulgurite--lightning
Sand melted to solid glass
Metamorphic rock.
Birds at my feeder
Joyful flight before my eyes
Depletion of seed.
A-I-D now gone
Thousands of children will die
Shame on our leaders.
Music soothes our hearts
Rhythm and theme together
Despair with no notes.
Here, my first attempts
Shrinking thoughts to seven beats
Fun--mind exercise.
Environmental
A biologist's concerns
Little sleep tonight.
Carbondioxide
Electric solution soon?
Politics no help.
Lungs with particles
Children are dying from them
Mothers beware--vote.
No ice, Polar bears
Catching seals impossible
Must hunt eggs on cliffs.
History revealed
Your mother helped my project
Gave needed courage.
First Christmas Bird Count
I was twelve, off to East Coast
New birds never seen.