(picture taken in my neighborhood in Nanuet, New York)
(picture taken by Jane Cronkite at Torch Lake in Michigan)
Milk white orb serene,
sculpted from primeval night by
Word that gave you light and life,
light now our deepest dark,
brighten all our paths of pain,
help us discern our
secret paths that often
lead to space too dark to name, and
halo our best selves.
These verses probably wouldn’t qualify as “true” or “pure” haiku to those who know this ancient form well, but at least their structure is haiku, and my friend Jane Cronkite (my haiku mentor) and I had some fun writing them.
Huge round moon floats up.
Shimmering ripples in lake
Wash darkness away.
Bright moon rises full.
Dark trees circle deep blue sky.
White light surrounds me.
Round white moon appears,
Trees, birds, insects make no sound,
My breath is silent.
Pearly, wispy clouds
Drift across a bright full moon.
Shadows fade away.
White and round: the moon.
On my stick: a marshmallow.
Which one do I taste?
Jeweled bright full moon,
Softly veiled in mist of cloud,
Hushes, calms my world.