Haiku

A coho turns pink
at the fish ladder’s insult.
Empty longboat drifts.

Haiku #2

turner snowstorm

Quickly! To the boats!
The water’s a painted haste!
Push! Paddle! Sail!

Our beginning high
we slipped in sleep and soft feet
sunk now valley deep

I worry for you –
Dawn holstered, and hope chambered –
These long mornings, drawn.