Haiku XXXIII
In the morning peace
failing light and shadow tree,
Bring all your nothing
Haiku XXXII
Known this road too long
Being lost implies a home
Lucky we have signs.
Haiku XXXI
We fall to ascend
Gettin’ high and Gettin’ low
like waves, simple waves.
Haiku XXIX
Something becoming
nothing, becoming one with
the lack of being.
Haiku XXVII
Mighty River blocked
Feather sticks bound by beavers.
Flood kills an anthill
Haiku XXVI
Loving a woman
is much like learning to play
Mornington Crescent
Haiku XXV
Which do you prefer?
Unjust war or unjust peace?
A death, quick or slow?
Haiku XIV
The summer after
war came, people were content
with bread and water
