Haiku 4 poems

Uncommon fair time again

All natural and good

Wholesomeness is its hallmark


I expect so little now

Is it still to much?

Let go, watch me fall apart


The birds are very busy

They sense it is here

Frost on the field this morning


The humming birds are now gone

No one saw them leave

They slipped away in the night

Small Town Summer

Crystal Balls and carnivals,

Summer fair season in small towns.

All the same, one town to the other. The old folks perch in lawn chairs

around the edges, watching and remembering.

Young families push strollers full of toys and blankets while

toddlers insist on walking.

Young teens gather in groups,

Girls watching boys watching girls.

Girls are interested,

Boys are embarrassed.

Older teen strolls, hand in hand, and

duck behind the game tents for a kiss.

Unkempt rough-voiced men man the rides,

following the fairs from town to town all season.

At dusk, the ride lights light the horizon and

The old folks move their chairs closer to the empty, ribboned-off sports field.

Night seems to take forever to fall and

the cries of the tired toddlers is loud enough to compete with the vendor’s generators.

As the evening deepens, dew forms heavy on the grass

Soaking bottoms of pants and blankets.

Vendors hawk their greasy foods and light

sabers flash in the eyes and hands of little boys.

As anticipation builds, the crowd gathers closer to the field and

The space between the blankets tightens.

Finally, the sky is dark enough and a muffled blast gets the crowd’s attention.

The July evening sky erupts with color and sound and

another small town in American comes alive in the summer evening cool.

The tradition continues,

One town just like the other.

The Pine Gate

Parking lot windmill

Blades spin in silence, marking the way.

Rolling field of cars, trucks

And people.

Patchouli, silver, crazy hair

All marks of common individuality.

The pine forest path, is alive with

Footsteps and hoof beats.

Humanity and animals moving together

In one direction, with one purpose.

The darkness and shelter of the forest

Leads the way as

Geese fly overhead honking their


The aromas of open fire cooking and

Dried herbs greet before they are seen.

The tide of humanity funnels through the

Narrow gate and the fair experience begins.

Rows of tents housing crafters of natural goodness and

Organic foods are offered for sale.

Barns of animals grace the open fields

Sharing this natural experience with us.

Life the way is should be, always,

Natural, whole, nourishing and good.

Children dressed as vegetables

Parade around the grounds.

Dirty faces, hay filled hair and

Bright sparkling eyes of health.

The common experience of wholeness

Completes the equation, no litter, no lies.

Only goodness and the hope for a new, gentle and wholesome

Way of life is to be found at the Common Ground Fair.