poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

On the bird table, late August.

A wistful robin,
singing to darkening skies,
can’t yet recall spring.


Outside the living room window.

Late in summer

Dragonflies rising;
summer air ripe with pine scent,
fills with damp birch leaves.


Warming up for September Haiku Heights.