Category Archives: Haiku My Heart
Delicate Letters
1.
My ribs are branches
on which invisible birds
perch on winter nights.
2.
Enter, acrobats!
Begin your parade through town,
though the north wind moans.
3.
I lower my eyes
when I see the light in yours,
Sister Winter Moon.
More The Whirligig #407
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Three Free-Wheeling Haiku
1.
In distress my heart
seems to turn into liquid—
bitter winter draught.
2.
Desperate for wings,
I’ll pay whatever they cost—
my new year’s desire.
3.
Cold-weather longing:
to see Paris glittering
while a freight train moans.
More The Whirligig #405
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Reclaim Life, Sip Tea!
1.
First tea of the year—
on the surface swims a swan,
singing to the moon.
2.
How lucky I am,
in the absence of a lake,
to have new year’s tea!
3.
O swan with hurt wings,
you won’t die, but be revived
by the year’s first tea.
4.
My mood? Indigo,
but only for a moment—
now, some new year’s tea!
More The Whirligig #404
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Mother and Child

A mural of a Native mother and child in Ajo, Arizona seems to recall the birth of Jesus long ago in Bethlehem.
In an old story
they say winter was the time
of the holy birth.
One photo, two memes.
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Haibun: Tabanca
“Here, try this word,” my friend says, and gives me tabanca. She says it means missing something beyond words. How does she know of my longing? Even though there are parades and music and family gatherings during the holidays, I ache for something more. How can I describe it? While grocery shopping, I reflect on being a teacher. I wonder if students everywhere will be safe from gun violence. After so many school shootings, it’s hard to know. I move through the store, picking out things I need: sugar from the bottom shelf, cinnamon from the top. My indescribable longing increases. “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing!” blares out from the store’s sound system, directing my thoughts back to a baby born in a barn in Bethlehem long ago. Love incarnate, the story goes. Love made manifest in human flesh. A Love that never ends. Could it be Love for which I am longing so deeply that I have no words?
My next-door neighbor
makes his house cozy with lights
for the Holy Child.
More The Whirligig #400
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