Haiku Strings

Lake Roland, November 8, 2025

Gray Striped

With trunks and shadows
the fall hills are gray striped now
under sky of blues

Of How

I do not make art
only pausing in passing
of strangeness of how

Spellbinding

“Chirr” of kingfisher,
spellbinding, still in sunshine,
proclaiming his right

Cup

My cup yet runneth
over, over and over,
neither drains nor drowns

Not  To Misquote

I write in sunshine,
write and write, not to misquote
the trance of this light

Address

I’ve enough address
undress to be able now  
to address others

Known Unknown

Although end is known,
it is no more prefigured 
than is restless life

Transport Of Wind

All is metaphor
without metaphor Basho
knew transport of breath

Autumn Twilight

In awe of Basho,
I pluck haiku strings, listen
for the faintest echo