Haiku

line-dried clothes-
a spring morning
still in the folds

we speak softly
in the thick spring fog
all edges blurred

an old dogwood-
the flowering limbs cast
a crooked shadow

An Unknown Road, 2008

Tanka

it was her month
this May of blossoms
and fragrances:
the softness of these days
was in her voice and smile

Ribbons, September 2007

Haiku

between morning chores
I open the door-
lilacs in the rain

morning walk to where lilacs bloom

the neighbor's lilacs-
gathering the fragrance
to myself

Gean,, autumn 2009
Simply Haiku, autumn 2009
Ambrosia, August 2010

Haibun

                                                            OASIS

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

Haiga

Haiku pub. Magnapoets, winter 2010

Haiga

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

Haiga

Simply Haiku, Autumn 2010

Haiga