Kathy and I, during an evening walk in early Spring:  2013.

We are, at home. 
__ An evening stroll at pondside with walking sticks at hand;
we speak in silent glances. Head nods point to swans an the 
far shore, and our smiles find a Great Blue wading into the
sunset. We see an otter drawing its swim path wake, and a 
raccoon awaiting moonrise. Then, an owl tilted its head our way to 
delve our thoughts, and happily it sensed our good intent. 

natures home
with the sounds of traveled wings
humming birds

Just two obstructions to finding the truth. This, from 2011

__ Politics is a mound of sand, and its truth, a single grain within that hill; our hope is to find one grain of hidden truth.

we seek
that single grain of truth
winds rise


__ Politics, is a river that deposits myths on the far shore, and fantasies on the near, while its truth rushes onward to deeper seas.

truth of lies
in the roil of tidal waves
we swimmers


 

__I am the splash that missed this funnel's gaping mouth; free, and not locked into this bottle of someone elses preset rules, I trickle down this glassn' side, and evaporate into my own adventure.

a free drop
travels its chosen path
the bird flys 

This haiku 'segment' was posted on my blog in early March, 2009; now I post this as it was written during the previous March of 2008, a complete haibun. _m

__An instant’s power failure; I quickly lit a candle to light my way to the stove where the tea-kettle still whistled but had lost that whoopish howl of immediacy. Walking past the kitchen window, my candle’s flame found a sparkle point on the outer side of that glass. A drop of water lingered there, at the tip of winter’s last icicle. That drop framed the candle’s flame, and as it glittered it drew me into its kingdom. The drop spoke and explained that they, the drop and the flame had joined, and now shared the same terminal point, they were the targets of the same fate. The drop and the flame, the candle and the icicle, as contrary as they were... they were, but one. 

the last icicle

as one drop lingers
a candle's flame