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Issue #165, January 22, 2016, Sawhill Ponds, Boulder, CO
haiku: Susan Evans, Sara Benson, Patrick Lynn, Jonathan Machen
photos by jon
standing amidst mullein stalks
hands in my pocket
inconspicuously peeing
kneeling in grass
the warm, gentle pressure of
sunshine on my back
following the cue
of cross-country skiers
i walk on the ice
the breeze lightly touches my face
like a blind friend I haven’t seen
in a while
interwoven sounds
of the natural world and
civilization
i can imagine
the energy beneath me
preparing for spring
down by the roots of the dead grass
stalks, with the soggy poop pellets -
silence
sudden disturbance
sends geese flying overhead
in a single line
feeling like moses
as i pull apart teasel
to reach frozen lake
cattail jamboree
waiting for a warm
january day
the cycles of life
producing crusty old weeds
in every season
sixty degrees
the warmth of the sun teases
but winter still looms
the sphere in the sky
withholds warmth for the northeast
while mountain snow melts
on this winter day
the earth is so alive
it is deafening
walking on thin ice
jon is a risk taker
camera and all
up high, in the sun
listening to the fine print
scribbled by a distant rooster
horse shoes, human shoes
impressed upon the muddy path
temporary known
head down, writing notes
ouch! I bit my tongue again
pay attention, now!
nuns and haiku poets
my imagined ancestors
meet upon the earth
wondering if it hurts
to be bent way down like that
long reed carcasses
as nature takes hold
body expands and softens
settling happens
snow..snow..snow
with each oddly shaped patch
i fail another test
old man cottonwood
taking years to decay
leaning on his brother
dried out thistles
impotent invaders
stand tall in winter
late afternoon straw yellow
my favorite crayon in this
winter landscape
shorts and bicycles
long shadows and snowy roads
colorado bliss
freezing and thawing
red berries shrivel
in this winter sun
subjective memory
feel of earth beneath my feet
is more true than truth
ouch! I bite my tongue
murmuring haiku out loud
layers of wakefulness
reeds bent by the pond
tell the age-old story
water long passed on
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen