Fruit Haiku

Fruit heavy on the branches; friends and neighbours overloaded and giving fruit and vegetables to friends, neighbours, or the Food Bank. It’s the season when we stock up for winter, just like squirrels …

deer eating                                       098..8.13.13
our apples
no sauce

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wasps
on over-ripe plums
….heliport

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156..8.23.13blackberry vines
cling to my sweater -
purple juice

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the first was published in Ascent Aspirations, the last in Barrio Poster  

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

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The Sound of Morning

People get up early,  and they mow their lawns, even this late in the year with dew on the grass. Which makes me wonder who, or what, else is up and prowling …

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THE SOUND OF MORNING

I take the roar                                     10450185
of the lawn mower
shove it down the drain

the sound mutates
through dream back
to tigers   lions
prowling gardens
for a taste of cat

or humans crouched
under cedar hedges
in fear of claws

the wide jaw strains
to take in newspaper
thrown tennis balls
and the early mower

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Man on the Stairs

Watching people can be interesting, wondering why they are where they are. Airport and bus stations are the best places but sometimes I see someone in a very ordinary place, and imagine their story …

MAN ON THE STAIRS

he sits quite still                                     IMG_9889..4.26.13.blog..stairs down
making music
in his head

hands droop
between rough-clad knees
eyes look up

he sees notes
on the sky
hears them escalate
in quick riffs

his shadow
slides east
on an arpeggio
only a sax-player
would hear

first published in Iris

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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The Reason He Flew

I was at a surprise seventieth party a few weeks ago, great fun, and some priceless songs! One character there was a weird and wild green balloon man …

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THE REASON HE FLEW

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green man flying                                                          066.7.4.12.sky
over the house
higher than cedars
waving one arm

IMG_5554 dinner for the volunteershe left the party
strayed to a child
who flung him
up and away

she wept his flight
wanting him back
anchored to grass
but he wanted blue

evening star 2. 034acres of azure
cyan horizons
aquamarine clouds
an indigo cosmos

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berry & the bandFREE! The Berry Books are FREE at Smashwords! And they are perfect for 3-6 year-olds. ‘Berry and the Birthday Band’ and ‘Berry Cleans House’ tell how Berry the mouse, who lives in a tree, gets into funny situations, and has to find his way out of them.

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Sand Haiku

It’s almost the end of the season for sun and sand. Sand-castles. Sand in an hour-glass. Sand on the beach. Sand in the car. Sand in my socks …

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footprints                                                                 IMG_2051..3.12.11.blog.
in sand -
messages

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sand
between my toes -
the Frisbee

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IMG_2058..3.12.11.blog.the tide
creeps in -
sand-castles

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the first haiku was published in the Haiku Canada Newsletter

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

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Gone Missing

I don’t think I’m the only one who puts things in safe places and then can’t remember where the safe place is. Or I go looking for something and then can’t remember what I’m looking for. Just those days when there’s too much going on,  I’ve too much on my mind …

GONE MISSING

I lost what I was looking for
whatever it was
045..8.2.12.blog.mailboxshoe    light switch
bridle    mail slot

 

10450123..7.11.14.blog..if I could peer
round that building
over that hedge
I’d find     hang onto
if I knew what it was

flat tire     scarf
tree where we picnicked
anchor    cry of actors

oh the frustration
of catching that glimpse
as it flicks out of sight
Aug.1992 Mark's modela rattling echo
of something or other

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first published in the Camel Saloon

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thoseblueshoescoverThose Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner

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Six Ways of Doing

August 6, 1945, Hiroshima; August 6, 1991 the first-ever web page online. So this month swings between darkness and light, destruction and creation. It’s a time of richly starred night skies and, I hope, brilliantly sunny days, a time of letting go, and looking forward, sometimes in strange ways …

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SIX WAYS OF DOING

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a reversed nine                                                   10450120..7.11.14.blog..
bounces back and up

the ball of wool unwinds
a kitten’s paw

a whirl or a reel
a tornado on the screen

a cloud tethered
to the red balloon

twice trinity
or a triple pair

half a dozen eggs
on the stair

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first published in Stoneboat

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summerfathercover
A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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