Haiku

Summer Haiku

rose trellis
shadows on the wall
woven by the wind

first light
a coolness in the call
of mourning doves

summer dampness   surrounded
       on a country road   night smells

Shiki kukai, 11/2010

Presence , autumn 2010
Taj Mahal Review, winter 2008
(with some modification)-

Haibun

                                            THOUGHTS ON A HOT NIGHT

Old apprehensions and worries return in dreams.  Final exams, new job, no job.  Misunderstandings, disappointments, changes, both planned and unexpected.  The present and the past skewed and twisted, a tangle of truth and nightmare, a canvas of smeared colors.

Upon awakening, elusive remnants remain.  A piece here… there.  Sometimes pleasant, sometimes unsettling.

                                             full summer moon–
                                             an owl asks “Who?”
                                             I ask ,”Why?”
 Gean, spring 2011

Haiga

Haigaonline, summer 2012 Featured Artist

Haiku

a slow darkness–

lingering in the shadows

all the day’s heat

insects at dusk–

their monotone broken

by a dog’s bark

late afternoon–

a breeze pushes the heat

from here to there

HSA Anthology, 2006

Frogpond, spring 2008

World Haiku Review, spring 2009

Haiku Sequence

                                         THE DUST BOWL

                                          early morning

                                          before the wind rises

                                          a glimpse of the sun

                                          feeding chickens

                                          the children tethered

                                          to a rope

                                          rolling dust

                                          the horizon opens

                                          and closes

                                          wind gusting–

                                          another meal of potatoes

                                          and grit

                                          picked corn

                                          beneath the dust

                                          more dust

                                          clothes on the line

                                          the first dry and dirty

                                          before the last

                                          sheriff’s auction

                                          her good china divided

                                          into sets of two

                                          Sunday service

                                          prayers for rain

                                          blown away

                                          sweat down my face–

                                          counting the roads

                                          out of town

Frogpond, Summer 2012