Category Archives: Haiku

Fog obliterates Right of the Bay’s centerline A surprising edge

From my couch I fly To coastlines, beaver meadows, Deserts, all this day.

Proposals, reports– Reflections on the past year, Excitement ahead.

Its throat catches sun Iridescent, royal, It hovers, fleeting.

Ice cracked in dog bowls Melted by fire in the sky Magic in the air

Over the past months Short days have gotten shorter While for light I long

Misty, windy, cold, Silent through the streets of Berkeley, Water on my face.

A day of catchments Ecohydraulics is next Discovery thrills

Dinner field stories: Don’t get into that brown van! I laugh ’til I cry.

Flurries on the street Streetlights illuminate the warped polar vortex