Cell 2 Soul: The Humane Health Care Blog

Who's Visit

In April 2008, on my way home from work, I noticed an owl perched across the street from my house.  He or she was there for a few days and could be heard who-ing at all hours.

Fast forward 11 years...  Dr. Caitlin Stiglmeier was visiting in Williamstown, April 2019.  When we looked out the kitchen window we saw another owl.  Possibly a descendant of of the 2008 bird.  Caitlin was moved to write a haiku in homage to this magnificent bird.

Aloft on the branch
But who is looking at who?
Slowly fat flakes fall

In Basho's Footsteps

April's Foolin'

April 3, 2016

april came with promise:
gay blossoms on the cherry.
These flurries mock us.

Two Sisters December 7, 2015

Big Apple in 17 Syllables

The great haiku master, Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694) wrote, "The bones of haiku are plaineness and oddness."  Little has changed.

For National Poetry Month, The New York Times asked readers to write haiku about the City. The response — more than 2,800 submissions in 10 days — was as impressive. NYC in 17 Syllables is an inspirational and optimistic selection that crowdsources the talents of uncommon, common people.

Photo of Sutton Park by Gabriela Nagy, 4/16/14

subway to the beach
two strangers in the first car
comparing surfboards

—    Jeffrey Rabkin, 61, Manhattan

 

Homeless gentleman
White cane seeks safe street crossing
Teenage boy takes arm

— Judith Smith, 79, Halifax, Nova Scotia

Cold Landscape

This frigid landscape –
Image of blue, black and white
Winter's night is nigh...

Mt. Hope, Williamstown, 17.2.14

Sun Rise

the rising sun

grand entrance of winter dawn

over a white carpet

 

photo by david elpern, haiku by yoon cohen (1.26.14)

Country Road

the lonely road leads
to moments of solitude --
winter afternoon

 

(photo of Northwest Hill Williamstown, MA 1/24/14 (DJE).  Haiku by Yoon Cohen)

Dawn Patrol 1.4.14

Around 7:00 a.m.  Temperature minus 7 F.

Solo.  Dawn patrol
Every sky - all clear profit
As the great world turns.

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