out of the bath

out of the bath
the fresh stiffness
of a line-dried towel

dandelion clocks

dandelion clocks--
turning my face
to the sun's warmth

aria

afternoon drive--
an aria
of azaleas

rain ends

rain ends--
birdsong
commences

afternoon heat

afternoon heat--
crescents of dirt
under my nails

twilight

twilight--
a new wrinkle
in the mirror

neap tide

neap tide--
loggerhead hatchlings
spill down the beach

earth day

earth day--
my ex-husband tills
a new garden plot

petal-strewn path

petal-strewn path--
the promises we made
and broke on the way

silk

silkworm--
choosing the white kimono
for her burial

first light

first light--
fishermen cast their first nets
over deep waters

grandma's garden

'mid morning glories
the sign remains:
grandma's garden

false dawn

false dawn--
the lie I pretend
not to catch you in

wisteria

wisteria--
news of a child's cancer
hangs heavy on my heart

sparks

reaching for her hand
static passes between them--
the sparks

fledgelings

fledgelings--
the neighbor child down
to one training wheel

wind-blown petals

wind-blown petals--
this fleeting translucence
passing between us

after showers

after showers
spanning the rainbow's arc
the full sky

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday--
finding in the bush
last year's egg

pubished in Winter 2008 Simply Haiku

vigil

vigil--
weeping cherry sheds
its last petals

stations of the cross

stations of the cross--
the lamb finds
his feet

maundy thursday

maundy thursday--
in the churchyard moonlight bathes
the foot of the cross

turning

all day
turning and turning
vultures

heavy with nectar

heavy with nectar
bees turn from flower to hive--
the honeyed sunset

birdsong

birdsong--
each note a summons
to the day

ripples

skipping stones
father and son--
the ripples

spring break

spring break--
pale flesh scattered on the beach
like so much driftwood

pollen

pollen--
yellow-green fractals
swirl on the pond

light rain

light rain--
palliative drip...drip...drip
of morphine

at two years; latest publication

Sincere thanks to all of you who follow this blog. Today marks two years of virtually daily haiku. I am just a few short of 700 poems. I truly appreciate your readership and commentary.

Also, I just had three haiku published in the March 2009 World Haiku Review (see pp. 1, 2, 4).

another spring

another spring
the empty seat
at the table