running highku ランニングハイ句

This year I decided to make 2019 a year of haiku. These are verses I wrote while on runs, or right after.

January

Boulder Canyon sun
On pine needles, rock and ice
Dave Matthews’ “Dive In”

Elevation gain
1540 feet
Canadian geese

Is the math correct?
These 41-year-old eyes
Still 20-20

Eyeing each other
Northern flicker and magpie
Sunshine on fresh snow

Up and down and up
And down and up and down and
Grateful for life’s ride

Quacking, clamoring
You ducks have a lot to say
But what’s in your heart?

Snow clouds from the west
Old train whistle from the east
Google in between

Rain and snow falling
Around in circles running
These cold bronze statues

Here on Poorman Road
Word of nephew’s improved health
I’m the richest man

Forever chewing
Wagging your tail then ‘barking’
Rodent turned canine

Water birds on ice—
Eye to eye with fish below?
Boulder Reservoir

A layer of snow
On your honest, brave shoulders
Arapahoe Chief

Frost shines on branches
Still too chilly to go out
Let’s curl up inside

February

Head down to the wind
Trying to keep my balance
These feet make me smile

Please, no parking here
But up ahead feel free to
Grab a hula hoop

On my house’s eaves
Icicles stretch toward the ground
Reflecting daylight

Can you feel the warmth
In your earthy dormant feet?
Stretching fingers high

Translucent jewels
Pulled from pristine granite stones
Roll on a pink tongue

Aged college town
Crouching in dawn after rain
Plantation houses

Great Dane in its prime
Cougar’s worthy opponent?
Ears and jowls flapping

Don’t forget parkas
When going on a bear hunt
Frozen little hands

Grasshopper sparrows
Curious docile yearlings
Sunny chirps and moos

Snow begins to fall
And the port town grows quiet
Five miles by treadmill

March

Running across town—
Getting passport notarized
To get out of town

Stocking caps and gloves
Conversation through snowflakes
Smiling passersby

Crows fly high above
Black winter branches twisted—
Cawing over roosts

Friend on the hill up
Firm wind blowing on my back—
Soggy slushy toes

Saturday mornings—
Sleeping in, drinking coffee
Refilling suet

Through open windows
The smell of rain on asphalt—
Memories of my youth

On the town’s margin
Peaceful Jewish resting place—
Wishing we had met

My brother Philly
Was a St. Paddy’s baby—
Warm spring charm lucky

Romantic indeed—
Final thing the lovers see
An elephant butt

Young insects come forth
From under leaves, behind bark
Humming smiling fast

Five months in hard earth
In silent cold dark, patient—
Ready for new skies

Of all sights to see—
Cows, goats, pigs, sweeping mountains
Full jar of pickles

Is this where you come
To take some time to yourself?
Ladybird sunning

The sky more brilliant
And these tired minds energized—
Overnight snowfall

Finding something new
At every turn, at each home—
Bright green running shoes

April

Beckoning the rain
Picking off insects midflight
Crying conk-la-lee!

Trees are now leafing
The wild grasses a young green—
Bugs mate on the wind

Blizzard on its way
Typical Rockies April—
Robin in the rain

If the mountain’s peak
Disappears into the clouds
Just how tall is it?

A human smiling
Running just to be running—
Funny animal

Oh dandelion
Who says you’re not a flower?
Certainly not me

Some days don’t start well
From there it’s just up to you—
Trout could care less though

Brother visiting—
Breweries stretch in spring sun
Rainbow tulips smile

So far from the sea
How did you find your way here?
Friendly sea otters

Families and their dogs
Enjoying picnics and hikes
Bull snakes sun on trails

Smell of fresh cut grass
Stirring whiz of humming birds
Snow begins to fall

May

Some wish to stay put
Some can’t wait to fly away
Some like here and there

I like saying Hi
Even though I don’t know you—
Why not share a smile?

Do goslings return
To their parents once they’ve grown
To convey their thanks?

Though summer soon comes
Light snow powders town and hills
Crab apple blossoms

Western tanager
A new friend at our window
Hungry fledglings cry

It’s always better
Taking in sights together—
With partner, running

Bird calls in slow clouds
May flies kiss mountain flowers
Humid verdant trail

Into the mountains—
Cloud cover on a warm day
Dirt paths fragrant moist

Lilac leaves reflect
Tanagers’ soaked sunburst heads—
Rain patter on hoods

Cool water rushing
Morning sun through leaves dancing
Deer’s hooves black solid