Haiku

2022

overnight snow
the way silver sparkles
in your hair

she counts her years
on one hand


autumn rain
the sudden weight
of years


spent blossoms falling softly out of love



canning day
mason jars filled
with sunshine


2021

clearing the garden
my spade cuts through an acorn
in its shallow grave


beneath the blossoms
she counts her years 
on one hand


my blind dog 
sniffs the air . . . ah, the cry
of wild geese