deep into autumn
the garden calls us
even now
we try to hold the last
of the soil’s warmth
Moonbathing : A Journal of Women’s Tanka
Issue 25 Autumn/Winter 2021
Tag: autumn
Autumn Dance
August 20, 2021
Wabi Sabi
Daily Haiga
August 16, 2021
Late Autumn
late autumn
we finally buy
a grave
Haiku Foundation Haiku Dialogue
1/16/21
Sweater Weather
sweater weather
grandmother shows me
how to collect seeds
her lips whisper a prayer
into the wind
Dance Into the World
Tanka Society of America 20th Anniversary Anthology
2020
Michael Dylan Welch, ed
A White-Tailed Deer
Daily Haiga
10/21/20
That Last Time
that last time
she picked flowers-
morning dew
Haiku Foundation – Haiku Dialogue
Seeing Beyond Seeing
Feb 5 2020
Psalm 92:2
A blanket of gold leaves covers the lawn today. The morning light glitters in the few left on the cherry tree. We still have not had a hard frost and purple sage continues to bloom. Almost everything else is gone to seed and the birds are eating well. A comfort to have their company. A chill comes through the window. If autumn is a symbol of our inevitable demise, it is a beautiful one. Each year, I am a bit less afraid. Maybe I am going home.
dawn
a door opens
to a flower garden
Red River Book of Haibun Vol 1
2019
Dusk
dusk
in the hospice garden-
a migrating warbler
Pulse : Voices from the Heart of Medicine
November 2019
Empty Seashell
All the Way Home: Aging in Haiku
2019
Edited by Robert Epstein
originally appeared in A Hundred Gourds 6/15
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