welcome the rain this year
last was a winter blight
contending with squalls off the river
ice on the wharf –
good times really in the long run
experience while not always welcome
can be a good gift after
basking in a different day
Tag Archives: Christmas
Mud Bodies: December Haiku (1-3)
1. (broken haiku)
Sunday before Christmas
high water threats
gone: the cold stays
2.
Bits of snow surfing
on the bitter winter winds
on a quiet wharf
3.
These bones echo
the river’s cutting currents
this body: a mud bank
no. 38
more secrets of aspics:
a jiggly wiggle matters. vibrations not bell like
but undulating and crass. enlightenment as a leg cramp waking in time to see a solstice moon