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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