Tanka

                                 found in a trashpile
                                 a teapot with a crack
                                 making it useless
                                 but for the curve of its handle
                                 and the tilt of its spout
Stylus Poetry Journal
August 2005

Tanka

                                heat wave-
                                the unwashed smell
                                of city sidewalks;
                                under a shaded flower stall
                                the coolness of country fields

Moonset, October 2008

Summer haiku

                                          a dry white wine-
                                         summer breezes in
                                        through an open door

                                            nothing to do...
                                           we sit and listen
                                         to the pulsing heat

                                           summer shower...
                                   the sour smell of marigolds
                                           along the path

Wisteria, October 2007
Haiku Harvest, spring/summer 2006
Heron's Nest, July 2002

Haibun

A MORNING IN SUMMER

            A vivid blue sky with no beginning and no end.  Pleasantly warm with low humidity. Doing ordinary tasks of no importance, one at a time, in no hurry to complete.  I pull weeds in a corner of the yard.  The sun on my back, pouring strength into my bones, sending an energy to my hands.

                                                 hidden in the trees

                                                a multitude of birds
                                                tuning up

            No one else about. Just squirrels and chipmunks on private business.  We ignore each other and complete our tasks.

                                                mid-day—
                                                my shadow mincing along
                                                beside me

Bottle Rockets, July 2006

Haiku

                                    billowing clouds
                                           in the valley
                                                 a bouncing sun

Gean, August 2009

Haibun

                                                          THE HAT

It was once my father-in-law's fishing hat.  A natural straw with a four inch crown and a three inch rim.  It's become a mainstay in my summer attire.  Sun shade, fashion accessory and mood adapter.  With part of the rim down and worn at an angle, I'm mysterious and ready for a romantic lunch.  Worn back with the entire rim turned up I'm jaunty and young.  Worn centered with rim completely down I'm all business.

                                                store front window–

                                                my reflection in between

                                                two mannequins

Presence, #33, 3007

                                               

Haiku

day dreaming
in the shade of twin pines
summer coolness

Presence, spring 2011

Haiku-4th of July

Fourth of July
watching fireflies
on the lawn

Fourth of July-
billowing thunderheads
pass on review

Snapshots, Feb. 2006, An Unknown Road, 2008
Gean, June 2010