Mountain Haiku
From the 1998 Collection
Tahoe blue expanse
one lone boat. . .
slow white sails cross
against the sun
you splash in clear Tahoe
silver-edged silhouette
road winds through wet hills
drops into the valley. . .
above, black birds part
morning sun through pines
meditation on a stump. . .
out jump two chipmunks
three flowered quilts
on the cabin bed
stars fill the window
morning bare feet
to the front porch wood pile—
start the fire!
curled on the couch
flannel gown tucks in toes—
wind at the door
boulders and stones
white rapids tumble through green
at my feet tiny trout
above the canyon
miles of winding river. . .
mountains open
Clear Lake
highest in ninety years. . .
silver beneath clouds
20 to I-5
into the valley at sunset—
ducks glide overhead