Illumination ( Waltz Wave)

a
poem
of
light
hallowed
heightens
the
morning
sun
making
love's delight
a bumblebee
in purple
clover
a
cloud drift
of spring geese
or long
notes
of marsh
wrens

(Published Sketchbook - July/August 2011)

scent of

night-blooming jasmine

words get 

in the way

(Published Frogpond - Fall - 2011)

heavy dew
a green snake slides
from plant to plant

(Published HSA Anthology - 2011)

pussy willow
the stream bends
where the light falls

(From "Where the Light Falls" by Thomas Martin)

entangled
in the life
of the spider

(Published Modern Haiku - 2011)

Jesu Joy . . .
another shade
of blue

(Published Modern Haiku - 2011)

east wind
each petal
just enough




(Published Sketchbook - Jan/Feb, 2011 - Kukai Thread)

Tanka Sequence - London

Chalk Farm
the poetry reading
upstaged
by fluorescing
mannequins

almost free beer
in the pub
almost next door
to the last
poem

my girl and I
making out. . .
jazz pianos
in our lapels

London Bridge. . .
almost night
in the foreground
she kisses
and almost forgets

Hampstead Heath
I breathe the first star
in the steadfast
November night
London


(Published Sketchbook - Mar/Apr 2011)

east wind
I almost catch up
with myself

(Published March, 2011 Sketchbook Kukai Thread

Loch Ness

At the Alltsaigh Youth Hostel we watched and watched the blue-black water for "Nessie." In the kitchen was a drawing of the monster as half-submerged "tires" with a pointy head attached.

   I  keep my watch. . .

midsummer
a ripple
in the starlight

(Published 3/11 by Sketchbook.)

late summer
sliced apples dry
on the barn roof

(Published World Haiku Review - Janurary 2011
Haiku of Merit)

day moon
faint smell
of snap beans


(Published World Haiku Review - January 2011
Haiku of Merit)

her morning song
awakens me
sliced oranges

Published Mayfly - Spring, 2011

spring storm
on the sofa
her bra

(Published Frogpond - Winter - 2010)

Fuzzy

People often left their unwanted pets near our house, off a rather isolated country road.  I must have been about 8 years, and my brother about 5, when Fuzzy first appeared. We were playing on some long abandoned lumber.

He immediately began "speaking" with us using an assortment of short barks and growls, and since we were lonely, country kids with few friends and relations, we begged our parents to let us keep him. We named him "Fuzzy," with his tangled mass of black, gray and white fur. He became our constant companion.

dark of the moon

glow of yellow eyes

along the dirt road

(Published Sketchbook - Nov/Dec 2010)