A happy birthday
with my mother, as it was
fifty years ago.
A rainy Wednesday
like a day in Seattle
nineteen fifty-nine.
Half a century
in my book. What verse will I
write on the next page?
Archive for haiku
Poet at 50 (3 haikus)
May these words float down gently like cherry blossoms on a warm spring breeze
Just because you can
count to seventeen does not
make you a poet.
