Saturday, April 21, 2018

Tanka Sequence

                                                     a dreamer’s dream
                                                     the fluff of fairy tales
                                                     and happy endings;
                                                     the fresh fragrance of you
                                                     like a May morning after rain
                                                     all that I feel
                                                     a lovely anguish
                                                     and a longing
                                                     relieved only by your kiss
                                                     and your arms encircling me
                                                     cheek touching cheek
                                                     your hand firm on my back   
                                                     guiding me as we dance
                                                     our hearts falling
                                                     into the same rhythm
Red Lights

Sunday, April 15, 2018


Daily Haiga

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Tanka Sequence: For Joseph

For Joseph F. Shaw

To JFS on our 50th anniversary 

first date
he reaches across
to take my hand
in an instant I know
he will hold it for life

the winter sun
through a window
warming my back;
the lazy comfort
of lunch for two
if I could turn back
I’d revise some stories
of my life,
yet, the part in which you come
would always be the same
youthful excitements
long ago put aside
for comforts of home;
my books, my music and wine
and you in my life

all the years
learning the ins and outs
of a marriage,
the last chapter not yet read,
not yet written
Red Lights
Jan. 2011

Sunday, March 18, 2018


                                                                   MY LIFE    

has been easy with husband children grandchildren and love lots of love with no problems but little ones about children’s illnesses to move overseas to buy a house and never a serious problem but days free of worry lulling me into thoughts of immunity are false for the time is now not then but now

                                                               a windless day
                                                               one by one leaves
                                                               lose their hold
Modern Haiku
autumn 2017

Friday, March 9, 2018


Daily Haiga

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Haiku: winter

an icy blue sky
clear to the horizon
my calendar empty 

heavy snow
we watch old movies
in black and white

bus stop
the winter dance
of cold feet

Modern Haiku
Heron’s Nest

Friday, February 2, 2018

Haibun: Center Stage

I’m shy,  a little overweight and wear glasses.  I’m eleven years old.  I’m smart, but I don’t raise my hand in class.  I don’t volunteer to read aloud.  I don’t want to be included in a school play, even as the narrator reading from a script.  I’m not like my older sister who relishes being center stage.  When appointed to be the narrator, I’m too scared to object. I practice reading the lines at home, again and again.  My sister is my audience.  Rehearsals go smoothly; there’s only the teacher and the other kids in the play.  On the day of the show, there’s lots of encouragement from the teacher and big sis, but now there is an audience.

“You have to do it,” my sister says

“You do it,” I say.  I give her the script and go sit in the back of the auditorium. 

She does it beautifully, not merely reading the narrative, but reciting it from memory.

spring snowfall
daffodil buds delayed
another day
One Hundred Gourds, March 2012