Originally posted on Haiku Basecamp: Boiling Point. I sleep like a forgotten milk pan. At first dreams simmer on the stove of night – birds dive through my shuttered canopy; I watch from a rock in a sea of browning moss. Then the past rises up as insistent bubbles; at first at the edges of…

Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin: These are poems from the archives to follow Gardens, Time, Lessons. tree branchesbowed to the groundseemingly half-brokencovered with new leavesmy notebook of prayers different shapesof the rose bushand lilacs in the yardthey grew towardsthe light beginningin the areawhere we hadto take a tree downnew peony leaves

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 川音の方へ片寄り生簀鮎　　黛　執 kawaoto no hô e katayori ikesu-ayu ??????????? gathering to the side ??????????? of a river sound ??????????? ayu in the fish pen ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Shu Mayuzumi from Haiku Dai-Saijiki (Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006 Fay’s Note:? “ayu” (sweetfish) is a summer kigo.

Originally posted on Stella Pierides: mid-summer the fragrance of roses in the air . The beautiful roses are from a friend’s garden. (Fragrance from memory,)

Originally posted on thoughts and entanglements: on this first day of summer eve fireflies! Pat 6/20/22