The crows inspired me to try my hand at haiku. My editor encouraged me to continue. Here’s hoping for further inspiration from this tiny fishing village I’ve known for fifty-five years, with its snail’s pace, vast beach, and birds aplenty. — Stephen Benfey
JANUARY
Windy, cold bare beach
No tourist trash — no black kites
Dog pees on seaweed
FEBRUARY
Cormorants, patient
Side by side on white-splashed rocks
Fish are late today
MARCH
Two crows on a wire
Fucking in the dawn drizzle
Spring is on the wing