washerwoman — 
in death her wrinkles
ironed away
emptiness —
love drains the cup's
last drops
defining limits
Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta
without godwits
Maui takes his cue
from a worm
first light —
the universe shaping up
within her eyes
sickle moon —
a cat plays cat and mouse
with a mouse
lover's leap —
the princess falls
for a frog
starlit path . . .
a poinsettia brims
its sacrifice
autumn rain . . .
a cypress susurrates
white sound
come make of my arm
your zoo
moonstruck —
the lady of the lake
raises a sword
in the spotlight
hiding behind the tears
of a clown
the old pond —
another haiku missing
in action
moonless night . . .
shadows lengthen along
a blind alley
autumn harvest . . .
a breeze ripples a field
of wild oats
bush debris —
a mushroom clouds
my judgement
antique verse —
a tadpole stirs up
the pond scum
night fall — 
shadows bridge the distance
between our eyes
lacking voice,
dew-drenched trees burst into
a dawn chorus