Through the kitchen window one can barely see this Pileated Woodpecker; event of the day!
This is a tiny slice from an iPhone photo, the only one before he flew.
I looked up because I heard that pileated woodpecker call.
All day I have been thinking about haiku, since I am editing
this year's anthology for my Yuki Teikei Haiku Society.
And the one I want to share with you tonight
(as I remember it)
to the other side
I try to cast a pebble--
Mr Tokutomi had lost a great deal of strength owing to his long bout with tuberculosis.
He never lifted his arms high. This poem says a great deal about living with that limitation
(or any limitation) in the classic 5-7-5 syllable form.