late night wrong number
the softness
of distant lightning
____
morning mist
a dusty mirror
from the attic
barely remembering how I was
in my younger days
____
porch candle
in the evening breeze
a moth dances
Back Roads Haiku
maple winds -
the pages that are turned
as I sleep
a night bird calls
gazing I think
at this same moon
____
sleepless…
the refreshing coolness
of the bird bath
____
homeless man
so sad…tulip petals
at our feet
wandering
to the drone of bees
- hammock dreams
falling blossoms
a light spring rain
lulls me to sleep
_____
spring moon
today’s kite also
locked in a maple
____
full bloom orchard -
on one blossom
in this galaxy
fleeting…
a drop of morning dew
in this spring gust
____
midday calm
a stream within
still running
____
will I be forgotten…
the withered
early spring flowers
evening clouds
crowding the horizon
our limitations
____
tacit agreement
a sliver of moon
in her corner
____
sundress -
the whites and pinks
of apple blossoms
cool spring evening
things get better between us
the waxing moon
____
friends
we haven’t seen in a while
a sprinkling of stars
____
a stray cat -
our tentative steps
after all these years
a steady rain
sleeping way past
the smell of coffee
____
his twelfth birthday
the orchard
about to bloom
____
overcast day
we tell each other stories
of his life
peach blossoms
a new voice
in the church choir
____
blackbird
in the reeds
ineffable contrast
____
distant thunder
fits her solemn mood
a new moon
the ceiling fan
in a greasy diner
slow circling hawk
____
a dozen hooves
or maybe thunder
- wiping dinner dishes
____
ashes
of a winter brush pile
crows rhyming
leave them…
they soften this pebbly path
crabapple blossoms
____
from the hills
a grumbling thunder
into the conversation
____
the first cricket -
a tentative toe
into the stream
mallards -
feeling the subtle ripple
of a spring morning
____
the heron…
we both look
at our mirrored selves
____
cows and deer
unconcerned as I pass
a morning pasture
morning fog
just the sound
as a fish jumps
_____
apple blossoms
begin to open
a baby’s toothless smile
____
empty ball field
a robin
with a stand-up double
spring shower
the pursed painted lips
of tulips
____
spring shower
daffodils heads bob
to a jazz beat
____
spring shower
how it sounds like applause
on this tin roof
