the shelterbelt, surrounding the farm, shows hints of autumn hue.
Early Autumn [Haiku]
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"in the trenches" what a circuit that phrase has taken: from the Western Front of World War I, where the trenches were cold, claustrophobic places of mud and creeping mustard gas; harbor & prison for shell-shocked souls at wit's end to become used by businesspeople & politicians to describe metaphorical fights... but there are no metaphorical fights, they should be called metaphorical games games have winners & losers, but not the living & the dead & the dying & the disabled & the permanently disturbed it feels like a frivolous bit of linguistic creep as fighters now stand on cold, wet feet in muddy trenches in Eastern Ukraine talk of salespeople or grassroots political organizers as "in the trenches" misses the point that everyone in trenches is a soldier -- be they a salesperson in the metaphorical "trenches" of calmer days.

through winter woods,
the hilltop clearly stands
that hides in spring.

a white bird
& its black reflection
flare together.

summer: at dawn,
in liquid metal waters,
an egret prowls.
Read at the speed
of absorption,
(not consumption.)
Sit with the ephemera
that boils off upon
each read.
It will be different
the next time.
Don't memorize.
That hammers it into
some dark, heavy pit
that it was never meant to be --
a thing that sinks in water
and plummets from the air.
Hammering cleaves its wings,
and it becomes hopeless in the flow --
staggering like a deranged drunk
in the dark.
When you read it,
only read it.
Don't anticipate.
Be surprised.