Six Lake Shore Haiku, September 2026

Haiku, 9/9/26

I think each wave is

New — unlike any other —

But I’m not a wave.

Haiku, 9/10/26

The lake horizon

Is a perfectly straight line —

It closes my eyes.

Haiku, 9/11/26

I watch the lake shore

Through bare trees and square windows —

Water floods the house.

Haiku, 9/12/26

The wind’s strong today —

Gull flotillas ride the waves —

Vanish between them.

Haiku 2, 9/12/26

There’s no more to say

About our time on the beach —

The sand says, “Go home.”

And from September 19, 2022

All gray and white, gulls,

Lake, and clouds. The banished sun

Slashed the horizon.

Rondeau for Ruth, on her birthday, 9/16/26

He knew euphoria the day they met.

He’s often felt so between then and now.

Was it the shy smile or searching brown eyes

Or how her eyelashes would lower and rise,

Like glinting perfection taking a bow?

How could any-day simple chance allow

Strangers meeting to result in a vow

And forty years devoid of pain or lies?

He knew euphoria the day they met.

His eye is protected by her eyebrow.

Their two hearts beat with a whisper and wow,

Not felt, but heard, always in sweet surprise.

No thought between them arrives in disguise.

They will never fail to remember how

They knew euphoria the day they met.