washerwoman — 
in death her wrinkles
ironed away
 
emptiness —
love drains the cup's
last drops
 
 
defining limits
Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta
without godwits
 
star-struck
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
 
sandflies,
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
 
tropical storm —
a lavalava shadow
darkens coral sands
 
overstayer!
the old woman spinning yarns
like a fifth wheel
 
 
moonless night . . .
a sun dial's shadow
freezes
 
mosquito!
your life's chiaroscuro
on a white wall
 
autumn light . . .
fig leaves wreathe through
a girl's song
 
what holds me?
sound of a pine breeze
in her touch
 
koru —
from a still point,
the dance
 
dried off cow
its eyes too look empty —
the flickering screen
 
night train . . .
distance thins out
with its sound
 
eluding
the words to unveil it:
mountain mist

absent moon —
darkness grows heavy
on my pen


 

transit lounge
between nocturnal spasm
and the dark night


 

pregnant pause . . .
the redness of a tomato
about to burst


 

clear night:
dark brushstrokes enter
the inner eye


 

street mural —
my shadow stretches
the truth


 

spring fever —
the lightness of footsteps
from the mist


 

third hour —
a leaf falls deeper into
its gasp of stillness


 

a nun lingers
on the first mystery —
all day long


the silence!
darkness encircles
each breath


rain forest —
the sound of night gasping
within thighs


 

autumn wind . . .
rain drops spiral through
galaxies


 

drifting deeper
into the scent of autumn . . .
that life, and this


 

night fall . . .
shadows lengthen
our eye contact