We have dug each hole
Cleaned and polished every bowl
Let the good times roll
A new day a new haiku

We have dug each hole
Cleaned and polished every bowl
Let the good times roll

Dusky cherry blooms
Imbibing ultraviolet
Light headed we swoon

With shovel and spade
Polish the earth into shape
Groom with broom and rake

Cold winds sweep over
Contour steep forestry floor
Can we sleep some more?

The clear light of spring
Brings life to the forest floor
Before leaves unfold

A precipice perch
Dangling over the ocean
Time left us behind

Keep reaching upwards
We don’t want to reach the light
Though we always try

A cracked reflection
Staring back into my soul
Unfold my weakness

In looming shadows
Through man’s steady destruction
The blossom holds fast

Keep working the ground
Building up by digging down
Shiny treasure mound

Old bridges prevai
Road over creek over rail
A tangle of trails
a scruffian project