OLD CAT
`Japanese brush painting, artist unknown
His shoulder bones sharp,
he is a lion drinking
from a white clay bowl.
Category Archives: Haiku
THREE SPRING HAIKU
At the house of seven squirrels
old snow sits hard, cold,
robins sing brittle.
I sit sorrowing:
my people’s god is bitter.
And O, geese flying!
Some god rooted here,
poured his blood on broken ground–
new grass is growing.
Winter Haiku
Cardinal’s red flame
unnecessary beauty
the purpose of God
Red flags mark the oaks:
cardinals, clear red feathers
trim the shining snow.
What strange stirring
in the heart of chickadee
caused him to cry Spring?
