Posts tagged forest
Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walking into a lush early summer thicket with the person who loves him most.

In the wilderness,
I think of you deepening
every step in it.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog sitting inside looking ahead with the person who loves him most.

The premonition —
seeing love and protection,
rivers and forests.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog approaching a forest in spring with the person who loves him most.

May is rushing in,
every tendril green and strong,
us, both wide awake.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walking on a wooded path in summer looking up at the person who loves him most.

You’re still on each walk
trotting out ahead or
smiling at my side.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white photo of a black and white dog in profile in the woods with the person who loves him most.

The moon, a sliver,
reminds me of you today,
these things that persist.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog smiling on a forest path in spring with the person who loves him most.

The start of our walk,
your nose filled with forest life,
us, a part of it.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walking by a large clump of wild asters blooming in late-fall light with the person who loves him most.

We’re here a moment,
asters feeding bees in fall —
there’s no other life.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog smiles on a sunny spring day on a forest path with the person who loves him most.

Awake to the day —
every concern disappeared
on our forest path.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog sits on a forest path looking at the person who loves him most.

We were a close pair,
every forest was ours,
watching the light rise.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog stands at the base of a tree in profile on a forest path with the person who loves him most.

We combed through the woods,
wildflowers, moss, and lichen —
all the tender life.

Haiku-a-day

They must be starting —
your lily of the valley
on our forest path.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog in the spring forest with the person who loves him most.

I’ve had to rebuild
to keep getting up each day,
to still see beauty.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog seen in profile in early days of spring among wood violets with the person who loves him most.

With all tender life,
our days of soft communion —
now comes good sailing.

for Mack (and Thoreau)

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog stands in a forest budding out in spring sun with the person who loves him most.

The sudden greening
this spring happens without you —
where you walked and ran.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog sniffing the ground and thicket underneath a blooming wild carrot with the person who loves him most.

Under the tall wild carrot
you found the understory’s
free, green galaxy.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog at the edge of a forest sniffing the air in summer with the person who loves him most.

There’s grief in those trees —
without you, my mind is there,
sinking into them.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog sniffs grasses at the edge of a forest with the person who loves him most.

The ecstatic sun,
we sniffed, basked, lolled, ran, and walked —
we leaned towards it.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog exploring the smells of the forest with his nose to the ground on a sparse path with the person who loves him most.

The endless beauty —
we found it every day,
paths led in and out.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog happily exploring the spring forest with the person who loves him most.

You’ve been gone four months,
I still see you out ahead
looking back at me.