Tag Archives: Poetry haiku

a female kestrel
in a sketch of bare branches
halts my monkey mind

my daughter keeps me
from wondering if God is
there or not—you know?

copper beech leaves shade
summer windows–in winter
follow the wind home

coffee smell lingers
north light in kitchen windows
smell of daphne soon!

forbid the day from
holding cold sorrows — rivers
drain the broadest land

indigent pebbles
forged in distant stars lie here–
kicked up by horse hooves

between the moon and
stars–the things I can’t see
where the time flies to

night’s fires banked down now
holding the days ornaments
embedded in song

song bird in spare trees,
how do you know Spring will come–
wondering myself

Christmas time–the house
a small boat; window eyes look out
sailors sleep in shifts

headlights paint the night–
walkers in black barely seen
winter in Portland

peach raspberry pie
served warm with a friendly smile
Portland skies brighten

–Burl Whitman