Old man Cliff

Old man misses an eye.

Socket dull so he cracks a frown.

Old man made of stone.

Foggy Day Haiku

Spring sky hugs the Earth.
Fog clings in wet silence as the
dew hangs from the pine.

Tidal Haiku II

Tile, two stones, and sand.
Left by the tide they write songs
for a Summer’s eve.

Spring Eclipse

There was a lunar eclipse this evening. It happened 40 minutes before the moon rose in California. I watched the moon appear over the mountains from Trumball Street above Shelter Island.

Earlier that day I went down to Sunset Cliffs and caught a photographer waiting for a shot and a couple launch their kite. The recent rains have turned the fields green and I saw my first wild mustard in a fenced off lot on Voltaire.