HUMP Day Haiku

longing to garden

bad weather kept her inside

waiting for sunshine

Ash Wednesday

HUMP Day Haiku

It was a struggle, but I was finally able to write a haiku

about Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent.

Following the haiku is a poem I wrote not too many years ago

on another Ash Wednesday.

to meditate on

the crucifixion of Christ

gives meaning to Lent

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Lenten rose

arching out of the cold

winter soil

a single stalk promises

 two blossoms

this Ash Wednesday

Do ashes have ears?

HUMP Day Haiku

I've re-written a poem composed a few months after my Mom died.
The occasion was one of those "firsts" of the 365 firsts following her death.
Getting through the first year always seems especially difficult.

I was living through the blue gate on acreage that was prime habitat for the frogs of spring,
so the first notes of the chorus that grow in number during the season
were right outside the door to hear.

When I stepped outside that night and heard them, my thought was,

“Oh, I’ll have to call Mom in the morning to.. tell... her......”

I don’t have a photo of the night or the wind or peepers or my hurting heart,

but only of my Mom’s final resting place, where most of her ashes are.

Some of her is scattered here and there across the earth in places that
were special to her or her family members

I’m one syllable over 17; forgive my rule-breaking.

Following the haiku is the original poem from February, 2000.

tonight’s February

wind blows cold, yet peepers sing

can your ashes hear?

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a cold

February wind

blows tonight

and yet

peepers sing

 …Mom…

do your ashes

have ears?

2/2000

HUMP Day Haiku

winter resident?

no longer waiting till spring

Anna’s hummingbird!

HUMP Day Haiku

leafless cottonwood

growing near a busy road

cradles eagle’s nest

(1/29/12)