morning breeze . . .
a candle flame
flickers still


learning curve —
a repeat offender
finds his path


 

fish weigh-in . . .
the sea's iridescence
tips the scales


 

idly, a sparrow
deposits its daily stool
on my bread


 

how profound!
a river flowers
through the night


winter moon—
loneliness blossoms
a river


 

autumn moon
outgoing seas strip bare
my shadow


 

darkly through
a looking glass . . .
godly fire


 

last supper —
from olive eyes
moonlight seeps


 

the duck
behind the duck
behind


 

autumn layoffs —
a skeleton staff
tests the locks


 

with and without
the waxing moon —
Taranaki!


 

stealing sleep
from an empty tomb —
morning dew


 

ancient pond . . .
shafts of moonlight angling
through the depths


 

haiku feast —
the sound of one pen
writing


 

curtain call
a fledgling teeters
in the wings


 

third hour . . .
death crackles
in shock


 

well water
washes my feet —
rising mist


 

dew fall . . .
my thoughts cling still
to what I knew


 

late snow!
in this delirium
who dances?