scent of lilacs
family gathered
for her last breaths
last cast
the fly's graceful arc ending
at the rainbow trout
fig blossoms
my daughter asks when I lost
my virginity
night sky
from the beginning of time
birth of a star
spring trailthe squeak of new leather
on an old nag
the blind date
who never arriveslast match in the book
morning after rain
perfumed silk puddled
by the bed
double peonies bloom
on the artist's canvas
and just beyond
bathed
in blue dusk
the blue heron
mayflies
rising from the river
with the fog
graduation day
the unworn
cap and gown
daily haiku--
this practice
my only prayer
even if it knew
the flame's seduction
moth
walking after dark
the moon
follows me home
a friend's miscarriage--
looking into the blank eyes
of an antique doll
spring turns summer
her blush
as he holds her gaze
long walk
from the mailbox
rejection letter
Ten haiku you read here first appear in the journal, Sketchbook.Thank you Karina and John!
Mother's Day--
dreaming the children
she will never conceive
before Dachau
the artist's colony
on the Amper
honeysuckle moon--
the taste of your kiss
all these years later
spring sun--
the dog keeps shifting herself
into the shadows
bygones--
buying a used car
from my ex-husband
garden plot--
the earth pleated and planted
gives way to hope
thunderheads--the 1812 overture
on the radio
barefoot in the grass
clutch of a salamander
across my toes
pressing dirt
around the root ball
a sweat bead seeps in
strong yet pliant grass
pushing up through concrete--
cracking a koan
