(that haiku the Mate said I should write)
sunset aft ‘gain
one passenger calls it
beautiful
Category Archives: Haiku
smells like old rubber and poutine
in this hazy sunset
you can almost smell the fire
burning Nova Scotia
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