Category: Issue 04

Bright New Years moon the cloud passes quickly by

winterness even without the wind the chill

from icicles water and moonlight dripping

snowmobile tracks disappear behind the trees- full moon tonight

using an expression my father used– understanding it

still snowing! can’t see where I walked last night

Sunday rain a shadow of the mountain behind mist

a little sick today, several geese clear the mountain before I count them

winter morning– remains of a candle inside the snowball lantern

a white owl settles on the telephone pole snowflakes swirl

gale warning two gulls surf the waves above the lake

chaise longue a thick cushion of snow

wood smoke on cold still air last crescent

beer forgotten the drunk looks deep within his shoe

winter drizzle: her pink umbrella fighting with the wind

with a blow torch writing haiku in the snow

windswept — beyond the rippled snow the rippled lake

looking out the window the sun and moon exchange places

winter gale drawing the haiku boulder without light or shade

winter moon… the hustler chalks his cue stick with a flourish

night rain between the wind chimes thunder

February 1st working inside all day long I forget the sky

midwinter the bird’s injured left wing

tree ice sunlight inches down the bedroom chair

winter sun warming the mailbox – a friend’s letter

winter sunrise the orange sky scored by branches

year of the monkey the curved fingers of the back scratcher

winter carnival a thin frost sparkles on the ice carver’s beard

evening shadows part of the moon covered in a haze

ghost town outside the saloon parked trucks

February Moon; lovers walk on the dark side of the street

business trip ending my shadow pulls a briefcase from the car trunk

pitch black moving toward her lips. . . I kiss her nose

cold night the street vendor hands me a roasted chestnut

winter surf seagrass bristle on the dune

winter sky- along the power line a black contrail

at the movies: little kids watch each other

just enough silence to make the crows scream

at the end of a blind date the soft clicking of our eyeglass frames

A film of mist between my eyes and her eyes

window view swaying green tree fronds in cloud filled sky

chirping of sparrows- morning sunrays on the buddha in the temple

cloudburst flecks of sun on a thorn bush

discarded hubcap two sparrows bathing after the rain

two year old starting pennies from seed

frenetic day outside my office window clouds slowly drift

first tree buds the list of baby names not chosen

morning mist drifts as the night stars disappear

wind and rain – just a gull and I at the ferry landing

spring cleaning leaving the rosin on papa’s fiddle

spring morning — the breeze in her one curl of hair

spring sky- a toddler walks outside in a blue cowboy hat

downpour the barber shaves himself

cleaning up after the storm – all the ants cleaning up

cold spring night a line of distant fires above the dune

sunlit– finches split morning fog

the green lawn dotted with plum tree blossoms spring rains

My roses budding – this year I won’t be here to see them bloom.

in the sunshine snatches of conversation lowing of cows

break time the glassblower drinks a canned Pepsi

cutting biscuits spring sun through the blinds

morning mist– an echo from the other side of the forest lake

weighted blooms – terrace blanketed in white

sea breeze the light green of a plum blossom

daffodils bow — thoughts of Hiroshima

spring winds the grassland waving

six a.m. – my shadow running across all six lanes

Mowing the lawn – spring’s first daisy peeking through the grass.

under an eave small white shard of a broken egg

mute button — the unexpected sound of raindrops

rain drops falling upon the yellow rose… my gaze

nothing but a dumpster and that brilliant azalea blooming beside it

spring cleaning the thin layer of dust on my glasses

mist the heron balanced on its reflection

Sunny day– flowers of the funeral wreath; all yellow

red kite, the sound of your fabric in the tree

Marathon a full moon in every puddle

swiftly down a newly paved road, the moon on a rim of haze

morning in May raindrops scribble on the window panes

anniversary of her suicide rain, rain, rain

on the grass she cut yesterday: apple blossoms

morning moon the nooks and crannies of an english muffin

home addition– the carpenter’s math penciled on drywall

morning fog what the raven found obscured

Treefrogs treefrogs treefrogs! The sound of rain.

blackbird trying to escape – through the garden mirror

yard decorations my sister’s clothes on the scarecrow

scale cloud sunlight deepens the stone Buddha

sunrise at camp herons in flight– I raise my coffee cup

in twin– the crickets’ midnight clicks

truancy – a group of noisy sparrows at the museum entrance

vanishing koi – at the bottom of the pond a cloud of silt

bolting from the curb a squirrel disappears into traffic

shimmering . . . a rainbow in the lake upside down

lunch in the park dripping hot dog relish on a pigeon’s head

summer garden wedding the bridal procession swelled by uninvited ducks

worn driftwood– a bird the river has carved above the falls

lemon blossoms freshly laundered shirts on the clothesline

dawn… cuckoo after cuckoo after cuckoo

faroff boat whistle i close the loop of my embroidery thread

morning tai chi pet dog watches my every step

there must be a sound to silence the river chatter . . . I expect the crickets know

late sun a dandelion wisp floats into shade

summer twilight sampling the peaches at a roadside stand

one barb of the wire tiny web catching dew

midnight beach a wave breaks through the dark

wildflowers the sun rises on a thousand droplets

eel grass wriggling with the current

twin pines only the moon between them

heat wave even the windmill is lazy

inter-city train journey – a rattling window top shuts itself

summer grasses an old blue car without doors

another sunset: still by the seashore a girl and an empty chair

In dust & heat: brow sweat trickles pungent hyssop

lime quarter an icecube collapses over jazz

we walk upstream – sharing the river snag herons and shags

wading upstream looking for the waters’ past

summer heat a willow tree dips into the pond

morning haze mosquitoes rise from the lake

a half-submerged log rests in an emerald pool – waterfall downstream