While meditating
I feel a tug on my sleeve.
Stella wants petting.

Soft winter shadows
Painted by afternoon sun;
Dappled living room.

Before 2005

1/19/2001
Black purring fur ball
Stella sits on the white pad.
(My cat does not write)

11/15/2000
My cat is confused;
I dance--to her a strange game
That she hasn't learned

11/11/00
Seagull on a pole
Lifts head and screams at the clouds;
Then preens its feathers.

12/10/2000
Fly and Stella cat:
Fly scitters around ceiling
Stella wants to fly.

5/6/00
Paddle ears alert
Three deer freeze on the road side.
I wait for motion.

4/27/00
There is a damp green,
A hush gray above the lawn;
Spring time is waiting.

4/24/00
The pond is empty;
Pipes are scattered on the bed;
Water memories.

4/24/00
Three women praising
A baby carriaged bundle.
He/She is asleep.

4/24/00
It's gray and muggy
Radio songs are boring;
The world really sucks.

4/13/00
The 'gator watches
Showing only his nostrils.
My canoe lurches.

4/13/00
Clouds up and clouds down;
A light blinks and engine roars.
We are suspended.

4/13/00
Spanish moss like ghosts
Hangs above the swamp waters.
Alligator eyes!

3/31/00
The trees catch the light,
Gold in the crisp morning air;
Spring slant of sunrise.

3/31/00
The sky is clear blue.
The sun slowly spreads its warmth;
I ponder past hurts.

3/29/00
She reclines in peace,
Then bristles and leaps forward
Chasing cat phantoms.

3/29/00
She watches robins
Hopping outside the window
Oh! What a prison.

3/29/00
Her perfume lingered
In the air, the day she died;
A faint remembrance.

3/26/00
Outside, it is gray.
Inside, all the taxes wait.
I will stay in bed.

3/20/00
My cat's tail twitches
As she sits in the window
Watching her cat thoughts.

3/16/00
Before the candle
White ghosts clung to the ceiling.
Now there are shadows.

3/1/00
A silence descends
As my cat stops her purring.
Outside, a stream whirrs.

2/25/00
Slanted lids are shut.
Only her whiskers vibrate;
She lets me please her.


09/28/02
Yellow light, flat walls
Palm trees cast quiet shadows.
Soft New Orleans dawn.

09/28/02
Plock. Plock. Plock. Plock. Plock.
Rain drops in an empty pipe.
The storm is over.

09/26/02
The air is quiet
Soft clouds float below soft clouds
The storm is over.

09/25/02
Rushing in the trees
Blown rain against my window
The storm approaches.

05/27/02
Girls stride up the hill
Their heads bob from side to side
So many new sights.

1/19/2001
Black purring fur ball
Stella sits on the white pad.
(My cat does not write)

11/15/2000
My cat is confused;
I dance--to her a strange game
That she hasn't learned.

11/11/00
Seagull on a pole
Lifts head and screams at the clouds;
Then preens its feathers.

12/10/2000
Fly and Stella cat:
Fly skitters around ceiling
Stella wants to fly.

5/6/00
Paddle ears alert
Three deer freeze on the road side.
I wait for motion.

4/24/00
The pond is empty;
Pipes are scattered on the bed;
Water memories.

4/24/00
Three women praising
A baby carriaged bundle.
He/She is asleep.

4/13/00
The 'gator watches
Showing only his nostrils.
My canoe lurches.

4/13/00
Clouds up and clouds down;
A light blinks and engine roars.
We are suspended.

4/13/00
Spanish moss like ghosts
Hangs above the swamp waters.
Alligator eyes!

3/29/00
She reclines in peace,
Then bristles and leaps forward
Chasing cat phantoms.

3/29/00
She watches robins
Hopping outside the window
Oh! What a prison.

3/15/00
Inside is silent.
Outside is wind and peepers.
Which world am I in?

3/1/00
A silence descends
As my cat stops her purring.
Outside, a stream whirrs.

2/25/00
Slanted lids are shut.
Only her whiskers vibrate;
She lets me please her.

1/31/00
Lights punch the black night;
Yellow beatle eyes rush past.
All is dark again.

1/24/00
Alto holds her note;
My car glides down the mountain.
Red stop sign stops us.

1/24/00
Air is calm and still;
On the phone--news of his death.
A truck rumbles by.

1/20/00
Flame above the snow;
Candle flickers left and right;
My window's mirror.

Pin ball machines squawk;
A family eats in silence.
Nothing is happening.

Summer 2005

Swarms of birds above;
Winged insects pour from the ground.
Which one the mirror?

A boy on the beach
Chases his little brother.
Soon there will be tears

Woodchuck on the road
Runs to stay ahead of me.
My car is faster.

The storm is over;
A brown cat stands in the field.
Now the sky is still.

Shadows are moving,
Flashing across the Coop bunks.
Who is making them?

Hazy shadows fall;
The sun is gray and muted.
South Jersey evening.

Thunder then quiet;
The clouds shift uneasily.
They are like my moods.

Lights pin point the dark;
Trees are alive and sparkling.
Fireflies twinkle

Small lights dot the night
And soar into the darkness.
I want to follow.

A flash of white wings:
Angelique leaps to the sky;
The ball floats upward.

HAIKU TO YOU TOO

What? Another haiku site? Fact is that I am becoming possessed by the haiku muse. For over a year I have had a blogsite "Yerry Hill Road" which contains haiku only relating to those things I experience on my walk up and down Yerry Hill Road near my house. If you want to check those out, go to
http://sarvananda.blogspot.com/

Problem is that I began to think that any haiku that I composed had to be on my walk. Now, I am haikuing all over the place. I want to keep the original site the way it is. But here are some other haiku.

Enjoy.


Falcon in the field
Sits still on a tufted weed;
Delicately poised.

Woman dressed in white
Walks beside the field of snow.
Doesn't disappear.