New Year’s Day

Early September always feels like the beginning of something. The excitement of cool air and the scratchy feel of a new sweater. The flowers may be dying but not before they set seeds floating toward another summer. It puts a girl in the mood to stretch, maybe try some yoga or Tai Chi. Or is this the moment to dig another garden or maybe just stare out the window at the rabbit who has just appeared in my view?

getting high
on the new book smell—
fourth grade


Failed Haiku : A Journal of English Senryu

October 2018


Changing Leaves

changing leaves
my hiking pace
slows to a walk

Haiku Foundation – A Sense of Place

October 24, 2018