tree shadows
swollen with plums ...
summer's end

star gazing ...
ancient light staggers
over the hill

beauty pageant -
worshippers inflate
a living doll

the silence
between hidden stars -
your words

lonely street -
tonight she projects
two shadows

famine relief ...
the viewing public
changes channel

lenten fast ...
he sets his sights on
breaking yokes

harvest moon ...
when the rain has spent
dawn returns

bitter fruit -
never knowing how pears
tasted to you

morning light ...
the heavens no longer
so vast

lenten path ...
we separate the cross
from the crucified

rising sun ...
dew drops tremble
into mist

chilly stars ...
I savour the emptiness
of what is not yet

starless night ...
I find my way
on my own

reading Keat's
ode on melancholy ...
we burst a grape

hints of war -
another division
in the ranks

murky pond ...
a child searches
for the moon

icy sea ...
a poet carves icebergs
into haiku

Dear John --
he squints between
the lines

the big bang
a word

she peels
away seven veils
one at a time

the ache
of her beauty -
ah, that ankle!

icy wind ...
the hidden agenda
of autumn

her 'nothing' ...

lune rousse ...
a mortician conceals
the face of death

familiar strain ...
the echoes from his past
jerk the strings

as if luck
is ever enough ...

sunday morning ...
water parts dreamily
for the blood

raging moon -
the light shed by this craft
or sullen art

wind change ...
are cicadas pausing
for effect?

darkening days ...
a cicada sings

waxing moon ...
the ocean laps against
her bikini line

lenten path ...
a weather vane
points the way

bread of life ...
light enters through
a wormhole

the final act ...
autumn wind

the silence
releases its sound ...
blazing sun

a spider
ravelling moths ...
night sounds

autumn dream ...
we retrace the path
of our lips