__My friends... see you next week; to be more accurate, from the pond I may be able to 'pop in' from time to time. I thank you all! _m


night songs
chime through the dark
this clock

In a few weeks, the cranberry harvest will begin; though they are 'bogs' the roads that encircle them... are dusty.


golden rod
this dusty bog road
crows call

The tide; the tailor.

each wave
an ocean's stitch
hemming our seas and land
thus bound as one our tender earth
the tide

The rain has blessed us; this first seen at... Wonder Haiku Worlds, 2007.


rains visit
I listen to your song
old friend

A reaction, an instant's echo left at John's... Zen Speug; a reflection of his good haiku. _m


scarecrow
standing at the field's edge
a bus stops

A night at the pond, the fish never sit still.


fish jump
this summer sitting still
a flat pond

Sneeze

Departure: number 2. A Saturday night two summers ago; an observation, with apologies to those that may find my view, offensive.


I really wanted asparagus tonight. Steamed. Barely cooked, bright, crisp and lightly doused with a lemon butter sauce and a light dusting of freshly ground pepper.
__I stood patiently waiting for a shopper to make her choice. Aha... which bundle of asparagus would suit her purpose? Then it happened, she sneezed_! Once! Twice, and a third time, each sneeze a direct hit to those dazzling greens_!
__Suddenly the pre-packaged green beans definitely seemed more appetizing, and certainly a more practical option; the same sauce would do nicely.
__Going about my business, I collected a few potatoes and the unsalted butter, a lemon, pork chops, and a few other essentials needed for the evening's picnic. Too, I remembered those small packets of kleenex Kathy requested; I checked out.
__Once outside, I lit my -pipe- and from behind me came the roar! "Oh yuk! Phew! Cigarette smoke! P.U.! That stinks! You are polluting MY air!."
__Guiltily, I stuck my pipe in my pocket, and snapped my head back to see that person frantically waving her hand in front of her puckered face, whisking away that fictitious fluid cloud of smoke that she insisted had completely enveloped her!
__"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I said. Reaching into my bag I found one of those kleenex packets, and handing her a pouch; I continued, "when next you need to sneeze, you might think of using one of these, and perhaps you might even consider turning your head away? And oh, I do so hope you enjoy your asparagus."
__I stepped away from that look of confusion and bursting disbelief, those wordless questions that suddenly wrapped her self-assured face, a face now seemingly so... unaware.
__Puffing, and guiltily boorish as she may have reasoned, I inwardly smiled and enjoyed my grand lapse of civility... I slid away, further and more deeply into my depraved elation. Ah... such splendid vengeance.

None of the elite purists, with their favored agendas, are so chaste and over-rich in their own virtue, that some benefit can't be realized by a terse, and timely observation.
_m

Unless I can hook up from the pond... see you all Sunday night! _m


northern lights
this night sky glimmers
mosquitoes

Home from our pond... 'till Wednesday night.


this sunset
just a few words away
the campfire