Summer Haiku 2019:
Duxbury Beach, Standish Shore, Lake Chocorua
Dead gull, white as bone,
dancing past, a plover chick —
not a wave pauses.
Sea, color of moss –
in the shallows an egret
blazing blazing white.
A horseshoe crab swims
into a pool of sunlight —
sky and sea the same.
Twice a day the sea
breathes in and then it breathes out
ruled by a ghostly power.
.
Sea and sky both gray —
the ebbing tide strands the boats
upon weeping sands.
Twice a day the sea
becomes beach – the lost souls of
clam and crab laid bare.
The lake, a loon’s cry:
this place belongs to all but
mostly to the loon.
Stroking the lake’s skin
the bug hops from feast to feast,
fandango of death.
Across the water
the mournful cry of a loon —
does he call to me?
Water the color
of tea, the temperature
of tea, my blood, too.
Below the water
myriad creatures swim but
above: just loon, me.
In the air a chill.
The mountain hints of red and
gold. A green leaf falls.
Fall comes to the lake.
Will I see another year?
Loon cries, then fades away.