Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Haiku for autumn

tilting graves
composting histories
in fallen leaves

small town
swallowed by shadows
in early dusk

early morning
the silence broken
by a single honk

Simply Haiku
Presence, Never Ending Story
Shiki Monthly

Monday, November 26, 2018

Haiga for November

A Hundred Gourds
A Hundred Gourds

Friday, November 9, 2018

Tanka for Autumn

the autumn woods
leaves drop with a slowness
in the long shadows
unspoken woods of love
between us

gathering leaves
I can’t decide which to toss
pressed between
waxed paper
they still fade

reaching upward
the heavy limbs of the maple
dimmed by the mist
the eternal patterns of autumn
spread before me

Tanka Society of America
Bottle Rockets
Anglo-Japanese Tanka Society Journal

Friday, November 2, 2018



a drowsy autumn afternoon through the open window distant calls from children at play a slow moving breeze koto music from our Japanese neighbor you beside me asleep after loving your breathing easy and rhythmic

Paradise regained
a bumper crop of apples
in the orchard

April 2013

Thursday, October 25, 2018


featured artist: Rock Challenge

Sunday, October 14, 2018


                                                        A COUNTRY HAIBUN

A murky sky on a late winter day.  The farm country is brown. Rolling pastures of dried brown grass, plowed fields of muddy dirt, corn fields left with a golden brown stubble. Here and there a white farmhouse with outbuildings in either red or white.  Otherwise, the vista is brown, brown, brown.

There is a subdued beauty about the brown hills, their sweep and curve, their valleys and ridges. A smoothness and a calmness in their brown coat.  A solid color, brown.  Dependable, lasting.  On this dull day horses and cows stand quietly in pastures.  The stillness of a painting by a Dutch master, but for the crows. 

                                                            cawing and pecking
                                                            down one hill and up another
                                                            black dots on brown

Bottle Rockets #17, August 2007

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Haiku for Autumn

                                                              first glimpse of fall
                                                              what I planned to do . . .
                                                              what I did

                                                             slow line of traffic
                                                             above . . . the V formation
                                                             of geese

                                                             pelting the windshield
                                                             yellow poplar leaves
                                                             swished up by cars

Stylus Poetry Journal