Tanka

sunrise pink

sunset red

in between, blue

this is what I remember

this is what I keep

Red Lights

Haiku

rain-slick road

coming through the fog

shadow mountains

Shamrock 

Haibun

What Fits   

In a moment of madness, I buy a puzzle depicting The Great Wave, the woodblock print designed by Hokusai. I clear off the dining room table and begin to sift through the pieces looking for the flat sided edges. More light is needed. I place a floor lamp next to the table.

 

After several days, with some help from my daughter,  I have the frame completed. The cartouche in upper left corner is next. Slow progress, but progress. Done.  Onto the skiff in the lower right. With help, that is done, almost. 

 

Then. . .a stall, pause, stoppage, no progress.  White space, blue waves, splashes, curly lines. dots, all the same, same, same, but each different. Different in shape, different in design.  

 

                                          a jigsaw puzzle

                                          a thousand pieces to join

                                          a lifetime’s work

                                          to find the right connections

                                          and make them fit

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Haiku

Golden Triangle Sign

Washington, DC. March 2022

Haiku

 windfall apples

in my pockets

enough for a pie

Bottle Rockets

Haibun

AFTERNOON AT THE GUEZE de NEVE CAFÉ  

I am a woman alone, sipping wine in a corner café. On this last Thursday of November the Brussels sky is overcast.  The awning on the tobac across the street flaps in the wind.

bell above the door–

settling near the window

a few dried leaves

The café, named after a local beer, has blue décor. Blue and white tiles on the floor, blue and white ceramic plates on a ledge along the walls, blue and white half curtains on the windows, a blue haze of smoke swirled across the ceiling by a creaking paddle fan.  The proprietress, wiping glasses behind the bar, has a cigarette burning in an ashtray. Two customers drink coffee and smoke.  I light up my own.

pop music–

unintelligible words

French or English

Outside, snow flurries, spattering shoppers’ coats, parked cars, the tobac awning.  The old fashioned pendulum clock loudly ticks away the afternoon. Dusk darkens into night.  Lights come on outside and in the café.  Through my window reflection I see a familiar figure hunched against the wind-blown snow.  His conference over, my husband joins me.

cold hands in mine

he orders brandy for two–

a Thanksgiving toast

Simply Haiku

Haiga

 Daily Haiga

Haiku

 

goslings

the wiggle-waggle walk

with my cane

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