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