Cuttings: June

Haiku and Short Poems
Spring Season
1998 - 2025

By Mike Garofalo

 

Place, Setting, Location:

Red Bluff, Tehama County,
North Sacramento Valley,
California, 1998-2016

 

Cool night—
watering the orchard
pale moonlight

 

new moon—
my flashlight
cuts a path

 

Last day of Spring
ripe purple plums drop—
form is emptiness.

First day of Summer
ditch completely dry—
emptiness is form.

 

June snowflakes:
    cottonwood fluff
    floating on the breeze.

 

midnight moon—
    three mares
    traced by shadows

 

Weeds turn yellow as
the days grow long;
move the sprinkler on the lawn.

 

covered with ants—
dead lizard
disappearing .........
bit by bit

 

spotted dog
lusting to kill a lamb—
shot dead

 

broken pencil—
anyway,
I'm short on words

 

Eastern sun—
between Cascades and clouds
glowing red hollyhocks.

 

cherries and berries
ripening fast—
her sweet lips are red

 

Loose mind
jumping out of its skin—
Rattlesnake!

 

nimble fingers picking
fistfuls of cherries—
spitting pits

 

Graduation Day
pat on my son's back—
cameras flash.

 

Coming, here, gone:
Flowers in the Sky.                                   
In the blink of one false eye,
In the blink of One True Eye,
flowers in the empty sky;
Shimmering, scented ... gone,
Gone, gone, gone far beyond
Their seeds of arising.
But, staying, Here-Now,
A Great Marvel of Manifestation.
Bodhisvattas - for the bees.

 

Gardens for the eyes,
gardening for the hands—
a flashlight in the dark.

 

early morning
purple clouds—
flies on my pants

 

Swat!  Swat!
more flies fall ...
her aim is true.

 

No flowers, no bees;
No bees, no flowers.
Blooming and buzzing,
Buzzing and blooming;
Married and still in Love.

 

Crazy Cloud Ikkyu—
skin on a skeleton
listening to the dead

 

My son's old friend, tall and tan,
a different person
now a man.

 

I dreamt I died.
Followed by ...

 

Green plums
bend their branches
bowing to Pomona.

 

Sharing the wind-streams—
cattails and cottonwoods
casting cottony seeds.

 

removing cattails
till the pond is clear—
six empty bird nests

 

Frogs leaping
far into the pond,
ahead of a snake.

 

late rain
softening dry ground—
drips off my nose

 

White sun
behind a black cloud—
moon flowers curl up

 

Walking the fence line, eyes downcast;
humming a rock tune, smiling at last.

 

Raccoon up the willow,
dog nearby—
both tensed: eye to eye.

 

If you have a hoe, She will give you another.
If you don't have a hoe, She will take it away.

 

Magpies hop and squawk to start our day,
begging for dog food in the feeder tray.

 

As night turns to day
mountains appear ...
I stretch and yawn.

 

Full opal moon
rises above Lassen's forest—
laughter around campfires.

 

The smell of wet clay on a warm Spring day;
in a shaded orchard, sprinklers tick and spray.

 

prop plane
roaring as it turns—
everyone looks up

 

 

Last day of school
drags on and on—
cheering at the final bell.

Carefully
locking library doors—
treasures in a safe.

Memories of a teacher
dead for decades—
refreshed in a dream.

Shaking-Hands
Hugs, smiles, kind words:
See you in August.

 

squirming,
uncomfortable with the truth—
liars listen

 

a crying
daughter
makes a midnight call—
love is awkward

 

Cutting down
a dry dead tree:
pull to cut, pull to cut, pull to cut .....

 

Laker Championships
won and lost
in the squeaking of seconds.

 

Long-legged whore—
shadowed by streetlights
Shiny boots

 

sitting still
in deep shade—
my dog licks my sweaty arm

 

since daybreak
hoeing and mowing—
siesta time

 

 

After reaching for the needle
at the bottom of the sea,
I looked up, one summer's eve,
to see old Chang San-Feng
open the garden gate,
and join me for Tai Chi.

We said not a word,
hands moving like clouds,
fingers grasping sparrow's tails,
faces smiling,
feeling the sun drop,
glimpsing a half moon
climbing the clear sky.

Time flowed without a ripple of memories,
Space embraced a crane cooling its wings,
Being began to sing
softly in tune with the moon.

My dusty black dog barked,
sensing something on the warm wind;
speaking her mind,
ears up.

Master Chang was gone.
Leaving one shoe on a beanpole,
and one page of poems.
Mementos for mortals.

Two black butterflies
danced wing to wing
in love.

 

After the long wait ...
twisted wreckage,
glancing at death

 

 

 

 

Immersed in Itness—
at the brink
of Glacier Point!

 

North Valley Heat
attacked!
Spring died.

 

Bouncing on the tractor as the day moves to dusk;
Mulching up dry weeds, trailed by dust.

 

Huge white oleanders
hide tiny black flies ...
Yang solstice.

 

Crack!
kitchen faucet breaks.
Priorities change.

 

Vociferous killdeers
limp away—
eggs on gravel

 

Quang Duc poured the gasoline
Over his head till it soaked to his feet;
He sat down calmly on a Saigon street,
Straightened his robe, his purpose keen:
To Protest Injustice and the horrors of war.
Lighting the match - he Exploded in Flames.
One 1963 photograph 'Nam
was Burned in my Brain.

 

clouds over the Columbia
rising—
dykes holding

 

clouds flowing
slowly—
trees swaying

 

the gardener rests—
beads of sweat
soak her blouse

 

Some things are dark and ugly,
For all creatures great and small;
Some things are wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made a few for all.
[Based on an Aglican hymn]

 

 

Stoned silly
on strong sativa—
doors of deceptions

 

a little girl
eager to talk—
stutt tt tt er ing

 

If you understand, things are changing;
If you don't understand, things are changing.

 

 

 

Place, Setting, Location:
Vancouver,
Clark County,
Columbia River Valley,
Washington,
2017-2025

 

Coming In June 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cuttings: Spring & Summer

April

May

June

July

August

 

 

 

Months and Seasons
Quotes, Poems, Saying, Lore, Myths
Holidays, Gardening Chores
Compiled by Mike Garofalo

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Spring

Summer

Fall

January

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July

October

February

May

August

November

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June

September

December 

 

 

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25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

At the Edges of the West, Volume 1
Highway 101 and Hwy 1: Pacific Coast

The Gushen Grove Sonnets

Bundled Up: Tanka Poetry

At the Edges of the West, Volume 2
Highway 99 and Interstate 5

Cuttings: Haiku

Poetry Research by Mike Garofalo

 

 

 

Mike Garofalo lives in Vancouver,
Washington. He worked for 50 years
in city and county public libraries,
and in elementary schools. He
graduated with degrees in
philosophy, library science, and
education. He has been a web
publisher since 1998.

Biography

 


 

 

 

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

Text Art and Concrete Poetry

 

Cuttings: June, Spring, Summer

First Distributed on the Internet WWW in September 1999.
Updated until April of 2017.
Posted new poems from Vancouver in June 2025.

 

This document was last edited, revised,
reformatted, added to, relinked,
changed, improved, or modified
by Mike Garofalo
on April 5, 2025.