Haiku

                                                leafed out trees
                                                the house in the woods
                                                no longer there

                                                weeding done
                                                salmon salad
                                                with onion grass

                                                long-legged girls
                                                hair flying as they pedal
                                                through the village

Frogpond
Gean
Simply Haiku

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Haibun

                                               WORK ETHIC

Waking to bird song, rustling trees and blue sky.  Chores await:  make the beds, clean the kitchen, dust the furniture, vacuum the rugs…daily and weekly chores.  My mother’s ethic, to keep a clean house.  Mine, too. And yet ...

                                              tea on the porch

                                              opening the cover

                                              of a new book

Cattails, January 2014

Haiga

 

Haigaonline, March 2013
Spring in the Valley
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Tanka

 

 

                                               planting fresh pansies
                                               my fingers slide across
                                               the petals
                                                     I feel the velvet softness
                                                    of your touch

Modern English Tanka,
spring 2007

                                                 the day not yet hot
                                                 we spend time talking
                                                 under the trees
                                                         one certainty in our plans
                                                         we follow the same road
Ribbons, "Tanka Cafe"
summer 2006

                                              the damp smell of earth–
                                              promises to be made
                                              and kept
                                                     many seasons still to follow
                                                     this warming spring
Tanka Calendar
Month of May, 2006

Haiku

 

 

 

                                                  a quiet rain–
                                                  content to lie awake
                                                  and listen

                                                  beads of mist
                                                  from the umbrella's spokes
                                                  alternating drops

                                                  my umbrella
                                                  flipped in the wind–
                                                  uncertain days

Simply Haiku, 2010
Shiki Kukai, 2012
Cattails, 2014

Haibun

SPLASHING DOWN THE COSTA DEL SOL

 

 

 

 

We are touring Spain, driving south along the coast. August is hot; traffic is fast and heavy as many Europeans take their holiday in August. Three cranky and sweaty children in the back seat are consoled with promises of a swim when we stop for the day

 

                                                     hot pebbly beach

                                                     washing away the grime

                                                     in tepid waves

 Staying at a parador, a state run hotel, we have the choice of a pool or the sea.

                                                    a cannon ball jump

                                                    riding the waves

                                                    to the shallow end

 

 

 

A busy tourist town. The only hotel with a vacancy is three blocks from the beach. A small and slightly shabby affair, but the beds and baths are clean.

                                                      sun glare

                                                      the many shades of white

                                                      in white sand

 

At a small fishing village, another slightly shabby but clean hotel.

 

                                                      diving through leaves

                                                      yellow and blue tile

                                                      on the bottom

 

Heading north on our way back to Switzerland we camp out. No pool. No sea.  Rain and wind all night.

                                                        early departure

                                                        three giggly children

                                                        splash into the mist

 

Shamrock, Feb. 2016

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