Walking on the shore
the fog rolled in off the lake,
hiding the sunset

One hundred haiku
Begun in dismal winter
Finished in June heat

With dappled shadows
I only need sunglasses
every other tree

The ancient sculptures
Waiting out the centuries
Close enough to touch

Yesterday showers
The garden catches its breath,
today, thunderclouds

The rain on the roof
Is a symphony of sound-
Droplet orchestra

It's hard to recall
what is was like here, with him
breaking the silence

Steaming herbal tea.
Sometimes I just breathe it in
instead of drinking.

A bearded iris
in delicate coral pink
glows in the twilight

Walking on the sand
while the sun streams off the lake.
Feels wrong to wear shoes.

Neighborhood greetings
bring warmth to a cold morning.
How are you today?

A night without sleep
means even a sunny day
passes in a fog

Why do I garden
As soon as I'm home from work,
wearing a white shirt?

Hot wind from the west
Pulls along a darkened sky
Like a child's wagon

Skipping in the sand
I threw a stone in the lake
It skipped on the waves

We wake in darkness
With no touch no sense no sound
and reach for the light

A perfect spring day
With cool clear air and warm sun.
Why am I still sad?

After a rainstorm
the flowers glow like neon
against the dark soil

The cool lake beeze stops
right at Glenwood Avenue,
summertime's border

A cool offshore breeze
Pushes the humidity
Into the misty sun

Bored with this today
Someone write *me* a poem
I'm taking a break

Bare feet on the beach
I threw a piece of driftwood
Into the cold lake.

Early walkabout:
The blinding morning sunlight,
cold feet in wet grass

The world has an edge-
It takes all my energy
Not to slip over

White iris blooming
in the cool post-storm morning
should have brought me joy

Late evening shower
A pine tree against the sky
If life were simple

One dark red tulip
sitting in a sea of green
waiting for summer

Stop what you're doing
Look at the world around you
and write a poem

I count syllables
Fivesevenfive all day long
I'm speaking in verse

This morning's rose bud:
A flower in a flower
Waits for warmth to bloom

Shivering again.
Cold April showers in May
bring flowers in June

Pulled out the mower
And gave the lawn a haircut
First of the season

Banana bread with
raisins and nuts and honey
Easy, delicious.

Me and the robins
standing under the water
A morning shower

Thinking about mom
It's a universal word,
A personal love

Keep starting haiku
And forgetting what it was
I am really tired

I make my coffee,
Stand at the kitchen door and
Watch the garden grow.

The window rolled down
Don't let traffic jams ruin
A hot sunny day

No one to talk to
Over coffee each morning.
The silent kitchen

Some seeds, some seedlings
Some sun-warmed soil and water
And my robin guide.

What is more important-
Finishing all of your work,
Or writing haiku?

I broke two hammers
and almost sawed off my thumb,
but the wall got built  

Another grey week
The sun never came out once
Robins still singing

Breakfast with the boss
Lunch in the garden. Dinner?
At the barricades.

Repotted some plants
Then spent the rest of the day
Sitting in meetings

When a tulip "breaks"
The petals develop streaks
Broken is lovely.

Yeah yeah yeah I know
April shower May flowers
Rolls eyes and shivers

When springtime comes late
Every blossom is precious
Peeking through the green

A spring clean up day:
Sent a lot of memories
Off with the tinker

Another cold day
Digging in the bright sunshine
It's a good fatigue

It just took the dog
a half hour of sniffing
For the rabbit den

Red bird on the bush
A splash of garden color
His wife just joined him!

Another cold day
The bright sunshine looks so warm!
Springtime's a liar

The year's first harvest
Is a bright burst of flavor
Perennial herbs

Under gentle rain
The smell of dirt and springtime
Between the droplets

The god is risen
Spring sun  is his baptism
Summer his kingdom

Kneeling in the dirt
Saying a prayer to the seeds
Glad soul, aching back

Went to the theater
but I didn’t see the show.
What’s the date again?

Unforgiveable
Until you ask forgiveness
The strength of friendship

Eight and a half hours
Completely in the darkness
I slept right through it

A late spring snow storm
covered new flowers in white.
I shrug and put on boots.

Don't get in the way
of the starry-eyed dreamers
They will save the world

I just found Quan Yin
the Queen of the Universe,
eating lunch alone

Morning walkabout
Water running in the pond
Makes a happy sound

I'm a hurricane,
making wind in my hair with
steel blades on hard ice.

Today smells like spring
Ducklings are out for a swim
It all starts again.

Almost time for bed
How did I get through the day
Without a poem?

Old clothes on a pyre
Burning pain and memory
The old life left behind

We walk on a road
The shape of the Milky Way
Seeking a way in

Or we stand on it
Counting the miles and wond'ring:
Are we in or out

Like hidden tattoos
Unmatched socks inside my boots.
Who's gonna know?

Spring rain and coffee
The house lit by the grow lamps
Pepper seeds sprouted!

Snip this, sprinkle that:
gardeners in early spring
need something to do

A wall of found bricks
Collapses every winter.
So I rebuild it.

In the early dawn
the day awaits, suspended
between sad and wake.

Do you know these things:
Who are you? Why are you here?
Can you even ask?

It's  still cold, really?
Getting tired of haiku
complaining of it.

The rain on the roof.
Another breakfast alone.
Another springtime.

Cold rainy morning.
At least it isn’t snowing!
Just keep saying that.

Transparent sunlight.
I don’t want to wear my gloves,
but my hands are cold.

The endless winter
More snow on the ground today
The rabbit left tracks

Tulips are sprouting
There’s still snow in the shadows
Chilly March morning

The power of words:
“On this day my son was born.”
My heart overflows

Backwards calendar
I used the night for reading
Then slept through the day

Standing at the sink
Solving the ills of the world
One dish at a time

I took a small break
To try to raise some money
To help save the world.

Scones in the oven
I watched the sky get lighter.
The first day of spring

A hair in my scone
At least the odds are good
It’s from my own head

I wake up each day
Looking around for someone
who is never here

Just a glass of wine
And another. (and another.)
What was I doing?

Music of the spheres.
How can you hear the world sing
With your headphones on?

Write and cook and walk
And shiver on the lakeshore
How I spent my day

I live by myself
If my shoes block the doorway
Nobody will trip

Standing by the stove
My watched pot needs to boil now
I have things to do

March in Chicago
Did you think it was springtime?
Well, don't look outside.

rain warm snow fog cold
The weather is like my life
Staggering toward spring

It's warm today but
how can I be sure it's spring?
No ice on the pond

Opening my eyes
Found that the sun was later
Saving the daylight

Too soon for breakfast
I take sips of hot coffee
The edge of the day

Bright yellow wellies.
It's how Chicago dresses
for a business lunch

How awake am I
Before I drink my coffee?
Burnt hand tells the tale.

Under all the snow
A garden waiting to sprout
Let me count the days

In a warm cocoon
The last sweet silence of sleep
Remembering dreams

Do not look outside
Don't think you'll like what you see
Ah. Morning coffee

More cold, still snowing
Is springtime one day closer?
Asking for a friend

One haiku a day
To lead winter to summer
The seasons in verse