Tanka

 the sky above

between eastern mountains

and the western ocean

from brush fires and sunset

the same red

Red Ligthts

Haibun

Legacies   

 

Italian immigrants come with little in their pockets, yet riches in their hands. Stone masons who give life to rocks and brick. They build low walls to mark property lines, six-foot walls to surround an estate, columns to support an iron gate and walls to decorate their own modest homes. They build a bank, a school, a church. They build a village.

chiseled stones

an old man’s hands

folded in death

Contemporary Haibun Online

Tanka

 a carousel ride

moving forward, yet. . .

turning back

to when my father

lifted me up and down

Red Lights

Haiku

 cold summer rain

echoing through the damp rooms

the click of my heels

thunderous rain

glimpsing the road

between wiper beats

Acorn

Presence

Haiku

 thunder and lightening

another cup of coffee

at the diner