Last weekend I was away at the Haiku Canada weekend in Montreal writing haiku rather than at home posting haiku here. But I'm now back . . .
starry night
--seeing a swirl
without glasses
water lilies--
such beauty
from mud
Michael Card . . .
a story painted
folk
minor key
the piano cries
softly
breathe deep
the sign says
no smoking
waking up
in residence
haiku conference
words muttered
the french and the anglos in an
awkward peace
driving west . . .
the 401 leads
home
