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forgetting his face...
a dandelion
in the grass
the mercury falls
a leaf flutters into
its reflection
hospital courtyard
the shadow of me
so much stronger
ruddy moon
gourds rot along
the garden path
thumbing
through his letters...
i love you
in red ink
red
light---
the hunter brakes
for moose
untangling yarn
i explain the art of crochet
to my cat
once again
the oriental poppy
open for business
spearmint leaves tingle
the cat's whiskers
twitch
charmed---
the oak tree strung
with wind chimes
struck match---
the full moon
rising
blue heron--
shadows hide
the koi pond
hula dance--
coral hibiscus
in the wind
dawn---
amid the stand of poplars
a single scrub pine
twilight---
along the lakeshore
lanterns bloom
in the space
between moon and star
a lone coyote
clearing skies--
a fat red beetle
fans his wings
my only son
married today
on the playground
moonlight dining
with just my thoughts
...and fireflies
acorn---
you put down roots
too late
koi tails
pen calligraphy
on the pond
thunderclap--
a squirrel tries to climb
the flagpole
invisible
on the strawberry bloom
two white moths
thunder---
i turn my pillow
to the cool side
unexpected detour-
my sense of direction
asleep at the wheel
sunshine sings
among the lilacs--
yellow finch
rainy day--
blooming forsythias
imitate sun
decaying leaves-
at the bottom of the pond,
frog's bloated body
rainy day--
my thoughts simmer
with the soup
does the woodpecker
tire of knocking?
Come in!
red cardinal
on the welcome mat
frozen stiff
spring snow-
the ice cream stand
deserted
eclipse:
coyotes keening
frightens the rooster
river walk—
mountain laurel reflects
a dimming moon
sleepy bees
too tired to sting me
I, too tired to swat
my two cents
at the bottom
of the koi pond
on the sill
snow pod seedlings
stretch for sun
open window-
my neighbor shakes winter
from braided rugs
high noon
puddles of shade
dry up
spring melt
icicles are rusting
the wheelbarrow
ripe peaches
thoughts of lazy saturdays
his place in soho
bare back moon
gallops toward night
on wisps of clouds
apologies
spill onto rice paper-
i eat my words
snow melt runoff
schools of tadpoles
their tails cast aside
praying mantis-
her shuddering mate
left headless
crocus buds hold tight-
unresponsive to the sun’s
prying fingers
life went on
despite my best efforts
without you
from your parted lips
rich sweetly scented wetness
that tempts my resolve
late winter rain
dewy breath of infants
mimicked in each drop
late breakfast at noon
d’anjou pear juice
dribbles down my chin
bare feet swinging
sipping lemonade
brown eyed girl
snow dust
deer tracks
end suddenly
rivulet
flash frozen
haiku
best Sunday dress
patent leather feet
peek from beneath
winter masterpiece
a dry paint brush
on untouched canvas
rosebud lips
of blooming geishas
sunrise kiss
fragile hands
gnarled with age
fingering ivory keys
her beloved image
shadowed by clouds
moon shines brighter
eyes like puddles
chin quivering
awaiting first kiss
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