I Woodpecker’s workin’. Twelve knots twist up the tree trunk. Bluejay is jealous.   II Leaves, yellow and red. White clouds cross a bright blue sky. Rows of mowed green grass.   III Torn trees, brown bushes. Bare branches, pockmarked patches. Frayed forms, figurines.   IV Sleek lines slip along. Birds are not this beautiful. … Continue reading Haikus: Fall 2016 by Rich Cureton