Forever i’ve encouraged chris to start a blog to publish his haiku
in the meantime here’s a few he just sent me
Blue green tide washing beach stones. . .
iron striking steel
in the tugboat yard.
at the leafless tip
of that old tree. . .
the missing crow.
Billions of raindrops pelting down. . .
into the lake.
Deep in the forest after the storm. . .
falling off everything.
Winging eagle high up in strong winds. . .
endless blue sky.