Haiku About Time and Aging

AN ORANGE PEEL SCENTREMINDS ME OF GRANDMOTHER –MY GNARLED HANDS

SOFT CARPET OF LEAVES

SOFT CARPET OF LEAVESLIFE-FORCE GOES BACK TO THE SOILBUT WE MUST FALL TOO

PINK PETALS COVERTHE SILVER STRANDS OF HER HAIR –KNITTING NEEDLES CLICK

OLD GERMAN SHEPHERD

MY OLD SHEPHERDCHASES SQUIRRELSWITH HER EYES

LOVE POPS PAST FIFTYEASING PAINS IN OLDER JOINTSREVIVING OLD ACHES

INCANDESCENT BULB

FAREWELL, OLD NIGHTLIGHT,WARM LULLABY, TUNGSTEN GLOW.HELLO, DIM NEW WORLD

LUNA

WANING CRESCENT MOON,SILENTLY SLIMMING YOUR SHAPE.SMALLER, SMALLER STILL

PALE ASPEN SPROUTSQUIVERING LEAVES KITE OVERTHOUSAND YEAR OLD ROOTS

EPHEMERAL WINTER

FRIGID ICE SCULPTURESOF TEMPORARY BEAUTYLAST IN MEMORY

NURSING HOME III

WORLDLY POSSESSIONSLOCKER AND IN THREE DRAWERSAND AWAIT THE END

STONE FOREST SHADOWS

STONE FOREST SHADOWSWHERE KUNMING MEMORIES WILLOUTLIVE ALL OF US

NATURE IS SLEEPINGLEGISLATORS ARE AWAKETIME IS MOVING ON

FLOWER PETALS

PETALS IN THE WATERSEPARATE AS EACH OF THEMGO THEIR DIFFERENT WAYS.

SHADOWS

TREES DIFFUSE SUNLIGHTAS TIME FILTERS MEMORIESSHADES OF OUR SHADOWS

OLD MAN'S HAIR

SPRING BREEZERUFFLES OLD MAN'S HAIRA DANDELION –

TIME WILL TELL

TRIBULATIONS PASSKNOWLEDGE CHANGES PERCEPTIONTIME REVEALS ALL TRUTH

BLUE SKY OVERHEADSNOWFLAKES ENVELOP MY PATHTHE YEARS SLIP AWAY

ROMAN STATUESBROKEN, ARMLESS, BEHEADED—SHATTERED MAJESTY.

AGED LEAVES CLINGINGREMEMBERING YOUNGER DAYSREINCARNATION

STUMBLING ONWARD

DAYS, LIKE DOMINOS,STRETCH OVER AN UNKNOWN PATHFALLING, ONE BY ONE

#497

FOG...MY GRANDMOTHER TALKSTO HER DOLL

AFTER THE STORM

CHRONICLE THE RAIN,ITS GOLD WAX AND ITS GREY WANE,NOTHING LEFT THE SAME.

WINTER MEMOIR

WINTER MEMOIRASH AND DUST OBSCURESMANTEL CLOCK FACE

WAKE UP

A PIXIE-GREEN MARSHI FOUND MYSELF THERE, ASLEEPFOR TEN ABSENT YEARS

KNOWING THAT FINITE EXISTS

WE LOVE TOO WELLTOO CLEARLY, TOO BRUTALLY, AND HONESTLY.CLINGING TO FOAM THAT REMAINS ADRIFT.

HAIKU # 57

RELUCTANT LEAVES FALLFROM THE OLD TREE SHOWERINGAN OLD MAN WALKING.

EBBING SILVER TIDESSLIDING FROM ROCKY INLETEVER SO SLOWLY

TOO MANY SHADOWSTHE PIGEON HOLES OF A LIFEFADING IN THE DUSK

WINTER SELF-REFLECTION

--AS AN ICICLEWATCHES HIMSELF UNRAVELDROP BY DROP….

OUTPOST

LONELY WATCHTOWER:THE YEARS WAITING WITHIN YOUBECAME A TEMPLE.

LIFE

LIFE IS AN OLD HORSEMAN;WANDERING AIMLESSLY, WITH NO STOPS. FLAGGING BITTERLY.I AM THE FLAGGED HORSE.

DOG LEASH

DOG LEASH–THE SILENT PENDULUMOF THE HALL CLOCK

TOO MANY DAYDREAMS

TOO MANY DAYDREAMSWATCHING THE DOORSTEP OF LIFENOTHING REALIZED

THE LIGHT CALLED DAY

HOWLING, FAT BABYFOLDS TIME IN HALF, ASKS THE DAYWHO GAVE IT BIRTH. NIGHT?

THE BAY OF FUNDY

WIND CARVES ROCK; THE TIDECLEAVES THE LAND AND SEA…WILDNESS.TIME PASSING, AND STILL.

THE FORGOTTEN ONE

INSIDE HIS OWN WORLDIDEAS AND FACES SWIRLEDTHE CLOCK TICKS--A BLUR

THE SILENCE OF NOW

THE SILENCE OF NOWPAST GLORIES LONG FORGOTTENECHOES OF THE PAST

GOLD

FIELDS HEAVY WITH WHEATWISELY BOB THEIR GOLDEN HEADSTHEY KNOW OF ENDINGS

AT THE PARTY

PLUMP GRAPES ON THE TRAY—SOMEONE SINGS OF PASSING TIME—AROMAS OF WINE.

PUNK SONGI'M SIXTEEN AGAINFOR THREE MINUTES

SMALL HOURS

THE BEND IN MY ARM,STIFFENED BY THE STRETCH OF NIGHT,ACHES FOR YOUR YOUNG DAWN

CHANGE

CHANGE BLOWS THROUGH LIFESTRONG GUSTS NEVER CEASINGOBSTACLES VANISH