Solstice haiku

The days get shorter
From here on out — can you feel
Time slipping away?

When did the hourglass
Tip, time immeasurable
Turn to counted hours?

When did time contract,
Rein in the racing, stretching
Of endless summers?

And the horizon
Seems to be moving closer
Space shrinking with time

Entropic thinking
Most likely’s true but it sucks
The life out of me

Need sunlight, need air
To blow away the decay
Renew mind, spirit

For the shortest night
However dark, deep, gives way
To the longest day

Last year’s much cheerier batch for the year’s longest day are here.

At Greg’s summer place
Some are here and some are not
Can we check you in?

“What’s your desire” haiku

This evening only
A solar system near you
Venus in transit

Heavenly body
Makes pass between Earth and sun
But don’t look! Don’t look!!

Telescope filter
Or special welder’s glasses
Needed to save eyes

Otherwise do what
You always do these days — watch
On the Internet

Won’t happen again
Till 2117
So don’t miss this one

First transit that was foreseen
By Horrocks, Crabtree

Horrocks, a student,
And Crabtree, a cloth merchant
Did own star studies

They used Keppler’s sky tables
To predict transit

Transit helped figure
In 1769
Solar system’s size

This time, astronaut
From space station will capture
Transit from orbit

Seems so easy now
But let that heighten, not shrink,
Our sense of wonder

Mother’s Day, 2012, haiku

If a bar band can’t go wrong playing Beatles songs, I guess a poem can’t be too bad if it’s about Mom. To Tina, the mother of our two very lucky children. (Though for her, somehow, the gray hair and wrinkles haven’t showed up.)

She waits, globe belly
A whole other world within
About to be born

She stoops, back aching
Two small arms circle her neck
Tiny kisses heal

She reads, lids heavy
Prays blessed slumber comes first
To her little ones

She drives, endless miles
Bouncing balls, musical notes
Practice makes better

She worries, they grow
In mind and body. But will
Love, wisdom follow?

She grays, and wrinkles
They walk up aisles, diplomas
Down aisles, rings and vows

She smiles, now she knows
They’ll still fall, but they’ll get up
For she showed them how

She’ll love, forever
Even after she is gone.
No other. Mother.

And last year’s Mother’s Day batch is here.

“That’s a big 1040, good buddy” haiku

For those of you just wrapping up (or getting started). Written last year.

Income tax, oh joy
I don’t mind paying my share;
Paperwork, I hate

Income tax, oh joy
What form does Charlie Sheen use?
1040 Slea-Z?

Income tax, no fair
Jim Beam’s allowed to write off
His liquid assets

Income tax, oh joy
April 15th’s the 17th
This year. Is that clear?

Income tax, oh yeah,
This year we get two more days
To stew over it

Income tax, get this
My brilliant deductions would
Impress Sherlock Holmes

Income tax, say what?
You sure I can’t count my dog
As a dependent?

Income tax, oh joy
Even my new computer
Despises this stuff

Income tax, no fair
Donald Trump gets to deduct
That thing on his head

Tax time, go figure
Trump’s wives are good examples
Filling out their forms

Income tax, oh joy
Why do I think there must be
An easier way?

Income tax, oh joy
Just total up your earnings,
Mail ’em to D.C.

Income tax, oh joy
My accountant’s not too bright:
H&R Blockhead

Income tax, oh joy
Loopholes somehow turn into
Noose around my neck

Income tax, oh joy
With help from the IRS
Hey, stop that laughing

Income tax, devised
By the best politicians
That money can buy

“Crossed my mind” haiku

Give pause, thanks, thought, love
Humble sacrifice to make
This a good Friday

And here are some from last Good Friday, which happened to fall on Earth Day.

Double duty haiku

Good Friday, Earth Day
The Cross, cracked continents say
Our sins have a price

Good Friday, Earth Day
Offer hope for redemption
Of our life and land

Earth Day, Good Friday
“Reduce, re-use, resurrect”
Has a ring to it

Good Friday, Earth Day
Soon the tomb will be empty
So get back to work

Good Friday, Earth Day
Bunnies get their tails in gear
They’re on in two days

Spring haiku, year deux

Spring, time to create
Renew faith in life, rebirth
And all its promise

Spring, time to believe
In the miracles, inhale
Perfume of life’s blooms

Spring, time to unfold
Choices, possibilities
One for each raindrop

Spring’s light, and shadows
Fall on some for the last time
Make way for the next

Earth and seasons turn
Plot gardens, burial plots
Cycles none escape

Baby grass springs new
Demands drink — dew, showers, tears
Nature’s thirst cares not

Spring haiku, redux

From March 20, 2011

The first day of Spring
Daffodils and crocuses
Say it’s bloomin’ time

Spring has sprung today
And that’s nothing to sneeze at
Or maybe it is

The first day of Spring
Soon the bees will be saying:
“Hey buds! Let’s party!”

Spring has sprung today
And April showers will bring
May crabgrass, you’ll see

The bunnies of spring
Are hoppin’, so their babies
Can’t be far behind

“Vernal equinox”
I think that’s the Latin for
“The back yard’s flooded”

“Lost my head” haiku

Happy Valentine’s Day. Last year it seemed as if lots of different people were singing to me. For some reason, this year it’s Van Morrison. Here are a couple of light ones.

“Crazy love,” I love
That craziest phrase in all
Its redundancy

Valentine, a saint
But not first guy, or last, who
Lost his head this day

I wrote a lot of verses last year, but for some reason this one got the most response. Hmmmm.

It’s Valentine’s Day!
Hug your sweetie; love your spouse
Just don’t let them meet

The whole 2011 bunch is here.

And here are the rest of this year’s, not so light.

Courageous, we love
Surrender our hearts, ourselves
Out beyond the fear

Courageous, we love
Losing those we hold most dear

No more to savor
Taste of salt, scent of flowers

No more to drink in
Every line, curve, lash and lock
With forever’s thirst

But till then we dare
To love with all our senses
Out beyond all sense