Gray Beard [Haiku]

Photograph taken in the Pearl River Wildlife Management Area, in bayou near Slidell, Louisiana.
Spanish Moss drapes
over Winter's bare branches
like a gray beard.

Stump Gator [Kyōka]

Photograph of a young alligator resting on a stump in the Louisiana bayou, near Slidell.
Gator rests on stump.
but my mind cannot rest.
it's not "gator"
and "stump" in the same place,
but in the same sentence.

Common Box Turtle [Lyric Poem]

Photograph of a Common Box Turtle taken in the Bayou near Slidell, Louisiana.
"The race is to steady turtles!" --
Even if the race has hurdles?
Even with its great longevity
it'll never have lift or levity
to finish before life runs out.

Hold off with race applications.
Is racer your ideal vocation?
I don't mean to be Sower of doubt,
but think speed isn't what you're about,
and that you'd make a fine doorstop.

River Mind [Haiku]

the river widens,
slows / stopping, in places;
so goes my mind.

Raccoon [Lyric Poem]

Looking like a masked bandito,
Raccoon dunks expired burrito.
It dips it not to get it clean
but to flavor it: Swamp Latrine.

Long Days Inside Short Days [Senryū]

the grain is ripe. 
the days are short.
the farmer, weary.

A Walk in Winter Woods [Free Verse]

A photograph from the Roswell Greenway Trail in Roswell, Georgia, north of Atlanta.
In Winter,
when blue sky shows
between the twiggy,
bare branches,
the forest is not so
claustrophobic,
but sound and wind,
alike,
carry through.

A mind can roam
between the bracing
breezes.

A Hint of Green [Haiku]

Little green sprouts growing out of a branch in a barren winter woods. Taken in North Georgia in early February.
little green sprouts,
the only verdant hue:
barren Winter woods.

Great Blue Heron [Lyric Poem]

Photograph of a Great Blue Heron crossing a pond along the Roswell Greenway Trail in Roswell, Georgia.
Skittish is the Great Blue Heron.
It feels when you're stopped and starin'
and will crisscross water like Charon
to keep you on the other side.

Operation [Free Verse]

Closeup photograph taken in Jayu Park (Freedom Park) in Incheon, South Korea.
Opening bleary eyes,
back on a cold, hard surface...

I know not where...

All I see,
All I know,
is a confluence of
sharp pointed tips:

hard points of unknown purpose
from which my brain attempts
to gauge a distance as
they come into razor clear
focus.

What hard robotic purpose
have these mean tines?