Saturday, April 30, 2011



An early spring day extending its promises. We drive along a twisting road through a nature preserve and park by a small pond. Not much greening up or growth yet. More to hear than to see. A croaking bullfrog, the shooshing of pines, sloshing water. We follow that sound along a narrow, rough path in the woods. Through thick trees a glimpse of something glittering, like sequins falling. The sun on water. A rain-filled creek, burbling over rocks. Along the bank a wooden deck with two Adirondack chairs.

                                                      breathing deeply–
                                                 past, present and future
                                                      tumble away
Haibun Today, December 2007

Saturday, April 23, 2011


Haiku pub. Magnapoets, winter 2010Posted by Picasa

Saturday, April 16, 2011


is there spring again                hawthornes in bloom
at the end of our winter            her crayon trees
or is that a tale                        all the same shape
spun of gossamer threads  
to sooth the weary?             

Ash Moon  Anthology, March 2008               Gean, March 2011
Dreams Wander Anthology

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Simply Haiku, Autumn 2010

Tuesday, April 5, 2011