Five Mornings With and Without the Moon in Santa Cruz
Morning moon winks through the trees.
by smoky air abandon me.
Silver ceiling sky covers
full moon hiding as
clouds mushroom far too quickly.
Relentless gray clouds hide her
from view—a loss much
too soon. She rides with my dead.
Morning moon shrouded in fog.
She hovers so high
you would think it was midnight.
Gone now—but earlier she
glowed brightly for me.
Early risers catch the moon.
Manresa Beach: $8 Day Use Fee
Love of ocean exploited.
Clichés are free but
best things in life never are.
Peggy Lee Had Haiku Fever
Sun lights up the daytime. Moon
lights up the night. I
light up when you call my name.
A Few Words on Haiku
I don’t know very much about haiku, only that they’re composed of three lines of *7-5-7 syllables each. Until last week, I’d only written one or two of them. There seems to be something about a full moon in the morning sky that inspires a brief expression of atmosphere.
*I’ve since discovered that haiku is exactly the opposite: the lines are 5-7-5 syllables each. So what are these things I’ve written??