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

reincarnation?

 

eighteen sixty-nine

Fraser cemetery born

Do the dead recall?