Graveyard Haiku


nine hundred gravestones

silent and still in the dusk -

a single leaf falls


snowy tombs in line

do they cover those we know?

new roots will tell us


flowering plum trees

blossoms die in the graveyard

pink snow on the souls


park bench in graveyard

no one to sit here but me

everyone beneath


a sign someone cared

wilted flowers on the grave

another soul weeps


cars thundering by

gravestones reflect evening sun

spasms of silence


early spring evening

gravestones lined up to the south

facing Mount Baker


plum blossoms in bloom

shaken loose by cold spring winds

pink snow on old souls


graveyard coyote

slinking among the tombstones



eighteen sixty-nine

Fraser cemetery born

Do the dead recall?