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