Sunlight pushes at the
window glass. Breezes gently
lift curtain hems.
from 10.9.1993
your taste presses
onto my tongue and into
my memory long,
long after
Haiku 05.20.15
Wind lifts from harbor
water, cold and bullying
delicate pansies
Haiku 4.14.15
See how the sun rise
greets the still world with the smiles
in your children’s eyes.
5 AM
The soft snores
of an old house cat
flutter through the early stillness;
one moth lifts
from the kitchen light.
