Aging and Death Haiku


dressed up in new clothes

dinner alone in my room –

birthday eighty-five


eighty-five today

didn’t plant a walnut tree

or look for a job


my instant despair

throws a shadow on the earth –

winter’s chill is near


the dead on one side

the living on the other –

where do I fit in?


a timeline of deaths

friends passing on in sequence –

when does my turn come?


the surging river

invites me with open arms

to come share its bed


the dead call to me

I hear them from the graveyard –

pleas for me to come


obit in haiku

my life in seventeen sounds –

maybe too many