Posts tagged wabisabi
Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog stands out ahead on a leash at the edge of a forest looking at the person who loves him most holding the leash.

Your forest, meadow,
you loved the world till the end,
and you were loved more.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog stands out ahead on a leash in a fall forest with the person who loves him most holding the leash.

For a year a stray,
then loved and always at home,
me, here, just behind.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog stands near a fence, looking happily at the person who loves him most.

These things sustained us —
out looking — before sunrise,
or under spring stars.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog lays happily on the lap of the person who loves him most.

Those long afternoons —
I’m still there looking at you,
I’ll never stand up.

Haiku-a-day
The sky at sunrise with wispy clouds and a flock of four blackbirds flying through.

Four blackbirds fly through
another day without you —
grief has collapsed me.

Haiku-a-day
A woman's hand on a handsome black and white dog looking back at her with love.

It’s strange without you —
the quiet days together,
there was only love.

Haiku-a-day
A woman's hand on a handsome black and white dog looking back at her drowsily.

Grief is a third thing,
hovering every morning,
your lost form, still lost.

Haiku-a-day
A bleak field of black dried flower stalks against snow in winter.

Without you trotting
out ahead of me, sniffing,
there’s only absence.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog basking in a clump of goldenrod on a sunny day.

Contained in your joy,
goldenrod to be walked through —
sun on eyelashes.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog and a woman together in a deep forest.

Under many skies,
we knew that we were lucky —
our eyes on the world.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog starting out along a snowy path in a deep forest.

We stepped through them soft,
every thicket and forest,
mysteries each time.

Haiku-a-day
The silhouetee of a man holding the leash of a black and white dog sniffing a branch along the path in a deep forest.

Eyes always open,
sensing the hidden things, nose
up and catching scents.

Haiku-a-day

Frost on the cold earth —
at home under the spring moon,
you fell to the ground.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walks under a large clump of wild daisy fleabane on a sunny day.

Ears scented with earth,
you came out of the tall grass,
lived your life with us.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog looks happily over his shoulder at the camera on a sunny day among dried milkweed.

Earlier this month
you stood among the milkweed,
smiled and walked and walked.

For Mack

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog looks happily over his shoulder in the snowy woods on a sunny day.

Towards our deep forest,
sixteen degrees and we ran,
owls hooted, sun shone.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog looks happily at the foot of a forest with long shadows and low sun in late November.

The world without you,
you’re on that path alone now,
everything is strange.

For Mack

Haiku-a-day
Sun shining on dried flower stems in a meadow in late November.

Your big closed-eye smile,
sun warming the cold meadow —
I’ll look for you here.

For Mack