a little journey to the north & four haiku

We went up to Burlington over the week-end. The city was beautiful, as always. We visited our daughter at UVM and hiked along the bike trail skirting Lake Champlain. We also visited an outdoor market in the South End.


    both
        the pumpkin's and the little girl's bottom—
            muddy

    82: October 14th

There’s been a good deal of work done on Burlington’s waterfront during the last thirty years. I remember it’s being scruffy and overgrown but now there’s a waterfront park, museum, a rail trial that can be walked, biked or run with a beach and a skate park along the way. The trail goes to the north. To the south, warehouses have turned into antique stores, bookstores, cafés and restaurants without seeming gentrified. Many of the old railroad tracks are still around, embedded in the roads, yards and parking lots—reminding me of Berlin. A little closer to the lake, the trains still keep busy.


    frost
        at midnight—the moth's colorless
            wings

    83: October 18th

We visited Rockpoint, an outcropping of cliffs and rocky beaches and sand. Just a small walk to the north. Whereas the rest of Vermont has surrendered its green to the pines and firs of the mountains, Rock Point still keeps its summer—warmed by the lake’s waters and long sunsets. The Adirondacks are the saw-tooth ridge across the waters.

The walk back took us along the beach. A handful of seagulls, having nothing much to say, paid no mind.


    late
        October—each day the scarecrow's shadow
            taller

    84: October 21st

 


    bending
        with the weather-vane—the Milky
            Way

    85: October 25th 2021 | bottlecap

One response

  1. Thanks for these—nice haiku and wonderful scenery. It prompted me to try for something sweet but I ended up with this sonnet. Anything redeeming here? Or just too damn beery?

    Garden of Eden

    Cold I go into the fall.
    Will I find warmth out or in,
    Forget the words you slapped
    On me and see the good
    You aged into—that soup
    You left me on the stoop–
    As I lay dying, Covid racked,
    Guilt-consumed for hating you
    Because I loved you most of all, find
    One belated warm remembrance
    To replace the one cuckold?
    Yes! I am guilty but so are we—
    God bless your newfound comity.
    God grant that I return the favor.

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