Haiga

Black and White Haiga

Haibun

A DATE

He was tall. Sandy colored hair that had a slight wave and poetically handsome, A Byron, a Shelley, an Ashley Wilkes.

I should have known when he said, “A movie’s too long; I don’t like miniature golf; I’ve had enough coffee today. Let’s just go for a drive.”

I should have known when he left the convenience store with a six-pack of beer. 

I should have known when he parked the car he would want more than a kiss. 

I should have known that after I told him, “No. Take me home,” he would not call again. 

peak autumn– 

the brightest shade of red

on poison ivy 

A Hundred Gourds

Haiku for Spring

fast flowing creek

rushing towards the river—

the stillness in me

woodland phlox

a soft touch

on my thigh

his just shaved face

the fragrant coolness

of early spring

Another Trip Around the Sun

Another Trip Around the Sun

Tiny words

Haibun

A PICTURE POSTCARD

A green and gold landscape.  New wheat and rape fields set out in connecting squares.  Black and white cows spotting open pastures.  Lichened stone walls; solid rough wood barns and farm houses.  Flower fresh window boxes trailing summer against dun colored walls. 

a mountain village

resting above the fog line–

the quickness of change

Bottle Rockets