Words: Haiku/Senryu
Various haiku I've published.
telling time
her hands move
across my face
Accepted for inclusion in The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku for 2021
wave-rolling shells
clatter
now as windchimes
-- bottle rockets #45, vol 23 no 1, August 2021
old couch
the cat lies down
into stillness
-- from the anthology "Window Seats", published by bottle rockets press
bright bright morning
and the old coffee cup
filled with pens
-- Modern Haiku, Vol 51:2, Summer 2020
snow on the church steps
--the camel watches over
the stack of wise men
-- frogpond, vol 42:1, Winter 2019 / New England Letter #117, Feb 2021
The fall
of breasts as
the sweater lifts
-- frogpond, vol 41:2, Summer 2018
bright with the sun
I welcome
last night's snow
-- bottle rockets #42, vol 21 no 2, 2020
watching my dog
teach me a new
attention to squirrels
-- bottle rockets #42, vol 21 no 2, 2020
off the dorm roof
hard to keep the fieldglasses fixed
on the comet
-- bottle rockets #39, vol 20 no 1, 2018
bright autumn morning
my nature poem
gets written indoors
-- New England Letters #120, Oct 2021
in order not
to say too much
she hides her hands
-- Poems around Town, Brattleboro 2021
new sprouts, sweet herbs, wrapped
in this clear paper of ice
spring rolls together
-- Poems around Town, Brattleboro 2021
breezy day--
the iris at my window
nods
--Poems around Town, Brattleboro 2021
bookmarked with
the McGovern bumpersticker
--my One Year Bible
-- New England Letters #108, May 2020
the oak branch passes
his shadow over this field
revealing daisies
-- New England Letters #109, June 2020
so grateful for
the river canyon's bridge
and Poohsticks
-- New England Letters #110, July 2020
an hour 'til dawn--
looking up to
a thousand fading suns
-- New England Letters #111, August 2020; Poems around Town, Brattleboro 2021
sounds of warm rain on grasses
now here only
in this line
-- New England Letters #112, September 2020
her last Thanksgiving
these bowed heads gather
to harvest time
--New England Letters #113, October 2020; Poems around Town, Brattleboro 2021
late autumn leaf --
the color of
spring's memory
-- New England Letters #114, November 2020
first some addition
then always a nice surprise
. . . an answer
-- New England Letters #115, December 2020
late snowmelt--
tip of the blade
rises
-- New England Letters #116, January 2021
Green Mountains fill my window
but not those I knew
when I too was young
-- New England Letters #118, March 2021