Haiku Wanderings
An attempt to memorialize some sublime encounters in my life's journey. Copyright © George W. Potts
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
My Resurrection
Sunrise
cracks the gloom
Sweaty restlessness of night
My resurrection
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Beach in Cotuit, MA
Dried sweet-salty skin
The ocean’s staccato roar
Sandy
sandwiches
Thursday, April 26, 2012
In a Nearby Woods
Low against the chill
Spring’s carpet of violets
'Spels my winter gloom
Saturday, April 14, 2012
After a Sam Messiter Poem
Gone the goldenrod
Chill winds swirl the russet leaves
'Til the daffodils
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Carolina Mountains
To the rain betrothed
The bluff sheds her ecru shift
Down to blue-gray rock
Thursday, April 5, 2012
At My Grandparents' Home
Wap, wap, wap, wap, wap
Goodyears spanking yellow bricks
Keeping me asleep
Monday, April 2, 2012
Waterfall Near Scranton, PA
The cascade’s cool spray
Livens the day as its roar
Stills morosity
Friday, March 30, 2012
Audubon's Last Words
John James Audubon
“Let us get our guns
Will, and go down to the pond
And shoot us some ducks."
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wellesley Sunday
Church bells clear my head
Coffee with a splash of grace
Still, sweet Sunday morn
Great Smokey Mountains
Hills roll toward the dawn
Fog fills their smokey hollows
For generations
In Newville, PA
Lighting strikes nearby
I leave my tractor and hug
The plow-field stubble
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Rock Wall in Rhode Island
Orange rock-tied lichens
Marriage of necessity
Spongy interlock
In Alaska
Split like a cheesecake
Glaciers scour the valley
Raisin rocks in tow
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Cardinals
She clad in mufti
Her soldier, in blazing red
Loving cardinals
Sakonnet
The honking gray geese
Flying in a morphing vee
Appear o'er the trees
Monday, March 26, 2012
War of the Sexes
The wind warns the sea
"Don't dis femininity"
By spanking his waves
Saturday, March 24, 2012
My Tree Fort
Scrap-lumber aerie
My childhood escape from and
To my life ahead
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Stonewall Jackson’s Last Words
“Let us cross over
The river and rest in the
Shade of the trees, boys.”
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Above Palm Springs
In my hike’s clearing
An eagle swoops to talon
Me, mistaken prey
The Sneeze
A sinus tickle
Abrupt nasal paroxysm
A haiku achoo
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