Haiku, Shoulder Season Kristin Knox Haiku, Shoulder Season Kristin Knox

28 hr (1,874 mi) via I-80 W

Ohio

Ski bro at the pump—
Jersey plates, puffy jacket,
knowing nod ensues.


Presidential

Birthplace of Lincoln—
green signs lecture as we drive.
Birthplace of Reagan.


Work Zones

Chevrons flash orange.
Arteries of asphalt squeeze;
neon hazards glow.


Iowa

Turbines rake grey sky.
Billboards preach roadside gospel—
America shrugs.


Accident

Semi on its side,
tipped like a child’s toy truck—
steel guts glint in sun.


Ovid, CO

Metamorphosis:
state lines shift, the earth stays flat—
Nebraska, but not.

Read More
Haiku, Shoulder Season KK Haiku, Shoulder Season KK

First Frost

Hoar

Yard sighs, mother-gray;
brittle blades wake silver-spined—
the forest shudders.


Mr. B. B. Says

“Used to be August,”
he sighs of October rime—
“frost’s gone by lunch now.”


Layers

Fog, river’s cashmere;
Hudson layers for the cold—
winter waves hello.


Dry Suit Season

Neoprene to wool—
paddle will soon be ski pole;
make sure zippers close.


Rekindling

Screen door still open;
J lights the woodstove and waits—
embers find their breath.


Denning

Bears nose through the duff;
out back, a tarp snaps in wind—
snow hums in the pines.

Read More
Haiku, Kayaking KK Haiku, Kayaking KK

Marine Forecast

Weather

Gale warning offshore;
complex low keeps on turning
somewhere off Greenland.


Wind

South wind to ten knots—
rain with gusts up to thirty;
seas six to ten feet.


Small Craft Advisory

Another cold front
tightens over the waters—
small craft have been warned.


Fog

Southerlies rising;
patch fog after midnight—
showers at daybreak.


Pressure

High pressure building
behind the pushing cold front—
seas around two feet.


Fetch / Swell

Fetch laid to the east;
swell wraps around Monhegan,
the storm still speaking.

Read More
Haiku, Kayaking KK Haiku, Kayaking KK

Wildlife Tour

Pemaquid Point

Where two worlds once met—
stone hearths, shell heaps, storming tides.
Still, the light endures.


Seals

Pod beached on the ledge;
one swims up like he owns us—
the ambassador.


Great Whites

Eyes scan the water;
“Not common around here,” then—
Sharktivity pings.


Porpoises

Pinniped breath nears,
circling bright-eyed kayakers—
click-magic captured.


Birds of Prey

Osprey! And eagle!
We point out nests like they’re ours.
The birds just ignore.


Cormorant

Deep-diving swimmer—
Darwin gave up airborne bones
for fishing prowess.


Puffins

Will we see puffins?
Nope. Maybe a guillemot.
Definitely gulls.


Terns

Tiny sky scissors—
one lifetime’s flight slowly cuts
a path to the moon.


Lion’s Mane

Flame without a heart;
invertebrate from away,
ghost beneath my boat.


Whales

Minke, humpback, right—
hunted where tourists now glide,
they still sing offshore.

Read More
Haiku, Shoulder Season Kristin Knox Haiku, Shoulder Season Kristin Knox

28 hr (1,873.3 mi) via I-80 E

Mile 1

My life in a box
at seventy miles an hour—
winter home recedes.


Mile 74

Road signs like old friends,
markers of seasonal life—
one journey, two homes.


Mile 562

Flatness, everywhere.
Time itself has leveled out—
must be Nebraska.


Mile 1487

Another podcast.
“Ohio,” GPS laughs—
nine hours to go.


Mile 1776

Road steams with insects;
even headlights feel soggy—
“welcome back, East Coast.”

Read More
Haiku, Shoulder Season Kristin Knox Haiku, Shoulder Season Kristin Knox

Southeast

JUNEAU

Rainforest welcome:
skunk cabbage brightens wet trails,
fog stitches the woods.


HIGHWAY

Fjord currents ferry
skiers northbound for Skagway;
I will paddle back.


SYMPOSIUM

Truck with boats pulls in—
Hera finds me on the pier,
paws parting the rain.


HAINES

Hammer museum,
people exist between scars
of avalanches.


XTRATUFS

Brown boots everywhere—
locals wear them like logic,
the tall ones only.


RESCUES

Cold bites the dry suit;
T-rescues in the warm pool—
small rehearsed mercies.


BOTH

Skin north, stroke back south—
skiing, paddling, all year long;
here, there is no or.


THE MAUL

Bear spray at my hip—
a constant, like a cell phone
with no reception.


DISTILLERY

Whisky tastes of sea;
Alaskans drink like weather—
deep, sudden, stormy.


BILLIKEN

Walrus-tusk carving—
a PFD talisman laughs:
“things as they should be.”

Read More
Shoulder Season, Haiku Kristin Knox Shoulder Season, Haiku Kristin Knox

Mud Season

CLOSING DAY

Tourists clear out fast.
Now the mountains hum with mud—
just the way we like.


CHEAP DINNER

Snow tires still on.
Main Street maître d calls out:
“Half off for locals!”


SCENE CHANGE

Rivers rise and run—
an idea caught in between.
The thaw rushes on.

Read More
Skiing, Haiku Kristin Knox Skiing, Haiku Kristin Knox

Spring Break

1. Never-Evers

Magic carpet hums—
never-evers in neon
skitter like pennies.

2. Texas

Texas Week arrives:
time to ski fast, have some fun—
howdy, altitude.

3. College Kids

Skiing bikinis—
twenties spill toward the future
like snowmelt downhill.

4. The Stretch

Their weeks overlap—
March stretches like liftlines do,
a whole month of youth.

5. 4:00 To Town

Après hum rises—
music drifting up the slopes
like heat off spring snow.

Read More
Skiing, Haiku Kristin Knox Skiing, Haiku Kristin Knox

29 hr (1,957 miles)via I-76 W and I-70 W

1. Orders

“Stand up every hour,”
the oncologist instructed.
Long way home ahead.


2. Borders

State line, then next one—
recovery marked in miles,
not medical charts.


3. Indie

Exit Indiana—
J.’s mom’s thumbprints cooling slow;
we stay one hour.


4. Night Roads

J. drives half-asleep—
mercury lights, semi trucks,
lanes of passing ghosts.


5. Southern Route

Morning in Kansas;
no ruby slippers this time—
tap heels, keep driving.


6. Love’s

Love’s gas stations boast
small dog parks behind the pumps.
We stop at them all.


7. Arrival

The Rockies appear,
blue shadows rising like breath.
I sit up straighter.

Read More