haiku – dylan tweney

Bay mud

A lovely evening for a swim. The tide was low and the water cool, and as I waded out (quite far before it was deep enough to swim) I noticed that the squishy mud I was wading through was warm, quite a bit warmer than the water actually.… Story continues … “Bay mud”

2/20/2021

It was the persimmons clinging to the leafless branches of a modest sized tree that first made me fall in love with this house. Now, 23 years later, I’m still no closer to getting used to their exuberant abundance.

early sunset
a flock of crows winging homeward
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12/7/2020

one leaf
returns to where it came from
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San Mateo, 2020
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12/6/2020

They are cutting down the pine tree on the corner. It was maybe 80’ tall and almost three feet in diameter, perfectly healthy, an old tree full of years. And now it’s mostly wood chips. Today, for the first time in weeks, the sky is blue, and there is more of it than before.

… Story continues …

9/15/2020

This is the University of Chicago “Great Books of the Western World” collection, edited by Mortimer Adler and published in the 1950s. My grandmother, a single mom on a budget, scrimped and saved for months to buy this for my father when he was quite young, maybe 12, and it shaped the rest of his life.… Story continues … “”

9/12/2020

10:30am. A layer of smoke overhead so thick it has plunged us back into darkness. The streetlights are on, but no one is out.

midday darkness
what the raven will tell its children
about this day
#haiku #haibun #california #smoke
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9/9/2020