a skein of birds twines across the sky the northbound train departs dawn chorus begins I reach for the snooze button en haut des cuisses dans l'espace sous le slip un morceau de mer new March snow the grouse with a missing toe still around Remembrance Day- even the traffic pauses for 2 minutes 21-gun salute- mortar fire echoes in his eyes dignified march- veterans and peacekeepers pass the applause morning commute- headlights fade in the whiteout homebound ferry thoughts zigzagging with the terns yellow walnut leaves slowly appear on the lawn early morning light the mulberry one brief smell of cut wood in two hours work the tang of hot tar carried on a breeze summer's end summer clouds not enough paint to hide the graffiti rabbit and the hawk - an awful truth stains the fresh snow red quick mid-winter thaw each icicle drips at its own pace medicine wheels cairns of field stone appear in the cold spring fog shoots of green grain- old abandoned houses stand along the highway dirtballs, dust and clay a drilling rig's relentless motion through autumn's dusk the computer wanes and hums one hundred crows autumn deepens we gather the few remaining seeds an aroma of green walnuts summer dusk 100 degree heat country-western music from the asian bar reaching for a new found warmth sweet rhubarb cake she's found the gate in the wall of willows sunlight of spring distant voices a thin crust of ice lingers on snow solo trip in the campfire smoke old memories long ago I threw your letters away footprints in snow afraid of a boy with an old man's eyes needles of frost the best lies have the fewest details cold half-moon dull in a crescent's light a canoe rests on the roof autumn flood a few leaves remain at the ends of the branch a brittle moon sunflower the day passing slowly August moon countless raindrops to measure the length of the day moon phase the welfare check comes on the fifth rose petals fallen on bare earth evening rain raindrops my sister's voice from half a continent away morning fog the bluebird's call clearly audible the wasp trapped between panes of glass first spring light a hazy moon floats in my cup white sake temperature rising thunderstorms and traffic noise through the north window homeless pushing a cart along Commerce Avenue a line of coal cars viewed from the railroad bridge returning chill icicles melting another drunk pisses in my alley taking a bite from a bitter orange january thaw christmas night the little corner store last to close evening thunder a homeless man comforts his dog city sunrise these old buildings cast long shadows night shift in the parking lot car lights dim near morning what day is this? the metronome gathers dust in the corner 4th of July hotter than a firecracker no work today a carpenter ant wanders aimlessly garage sale customers discuss philosophy garage sale 'tales of power' for half price taiko drummers listening to silence between the beats no moon, no stars, just dull light from the city summer haze lost on wildwood road water lilies directionless suddenly the toads go quiet rain begins long dry grass bristles underfoot iced tea rabbit trail nothing but ears above the snow firecrackers far off in the distance pepper on my tongue between the drone of lawnmowers a scent of rain returning chill dissonate melodies from the ice cream truck waiting for the moon before departing ducks on the roof galette person-to crown me even for one night Gold medal on the back of the jewel my sweat full moon so bright and round the station clock sudden downpour - crying and then laughter teen Employment quest muddy grave - the rich scent of roses so red full moon - the bride tells me it was forced lingering cold... the last jar of maple syrup on the cupboard shelf fridge magnet - snack after snack wasting away advanced Parkinsonism she wipes his dribbling saliva remembers his kisses half-moon first day of the sales in Oxford Street unwanted memories more present than the past gale force wind dandelion seeds in ocean depth old barn the swallows' nests long abandonned Eid's sale the Sikh shopkeeper opens later than usual si ronde la lune cette fin de Juillet cesarienne pour la patronne du Green Cafe wild Foehn another murder goes unsolved mango flavoured tea in a silver tin - departing guests linger a while a dry new year december snowman begins to show his age alphabet soup - my best haiku ever ...... digested oh moon, moon above so much powdery snow father is still ill a McDo box floats towards the fountain insect on board lune des neiges si froide encore notre entente first snow the asylum seeker thoughts on the land moon rain even longer day so dark yet checking Dividends cashpoint on the screen to and fro... an ant long barge slow on the canal the moon almost lost among the shifting hues of dusk the faint calligraphy of swans crocus breeze - my dying mother's words come back to me august wind on the dock seagulls stand on two legs sudden downpour - the memory of a butterfly washed away the corridor was long and dark... news of your death closer with each step from one year to another - the same moon day moon - the distance between us full of silence A rippled moon : In the pond, A sinking stone. Lighting the room, candle by candle a winter evening. my umbrella flipped in the wind– uncertain days masons at work creeping along the stone wall afternoon fog death of a friend more leaves turning brown white sheets on the line slow-motion clouds in the summer sky georgia peach sweet cream and wrinkle remover in the shopping cart wild roses the iron trellis tilts to one side spring dawn with the returning geese my mind takes flight clothes dried on the line- a spring morning still in the folds the old town even now the rough stones soak up the warmth early morning walk reaching through the mist for wild berries a walk to the beach the asphalt road changes to sand morning mist- we follow the scent of slow moving cows bird song pulling me out of a dream first day of spring haiku group the discussion stops for a robin bus stop- the winter dance of cold feet buttocks after another it precedes me Gare Saint-Lazare sea breeze under full sail a pregnant skipper fresh snow beginning the new year with a clean slate party over the snap crackle of logs in an empty room tea in china cups the wet afternoon perfumed with tangerine peels the heat wave broken morning coffee sweetened with a cool breeze cold sunshine the stray orange cat tucked into itself sleety rain flowered umbrellas sold out summer reading the dot of an i moves down the page drifting from somewhere pear blossoms a curve in the road looking for lilacs in the wind the rain over even with eyes shut I know it's spring road closed moose tracks continue on local traffic only gray and cold- a hothouse bouquet for his widow incoming fog a forgotten memory comes in flashes from an open barn the odor of hay and manure and climbing roses plot, plop on the road? cars follow the cow trail to the milking barn moon gazing fogging up the cold window with my breath snowy afternoon a slow accumulation of desire stacking stones for a garden wall the weight of their age bouquets of lilacs the last bunch fills a milk bottle twilight rain the scent of lilacs through the window dead heading lilacs the fragrance lingers in memory strong winter wind bits of Batman kite wings fall from the tree April warmth- a new crop of dandelions since yesterday an ant in my bed- for the two of us not enough room Hurricane Irene in the semi-darkness a cold breakfast heavy time slowly ticking the minutes Hurricane Irene Fourth of July watching fireflies on the lawn between morning chores I open the door- lilacs in the rain the neighbor's lilacs- gathering the fragrance to myself all day long the rhythmic beat of melting ice blank date book- the gray afternoon turns to white sleet and rain- stirring extra sugar into hot mush in the orchard rotten apples now crunchy winter solstice tree trimming we listen to the music of soft rain early autumn the sound of falling water is cold at the lawn concert lighting one spot at a time- fireflies cricket in the house- if only we shared the same bedtime the Thanksgiving meal - after eating the talk slows down black-out the holiday glow of fireflies black-out in my neighbor's house a room to room glow in the back alley school-kids puffing away in the shadow of a chimney riverside promenade seniors stroll through falling leaves a koi rises to meet a falling leaf - autumn afternoon strong wind back and forth on lake ice streetlight reflections Empty eyes gaze at a poppy field... journey's end. a layer of ice forms on the red sleigh february rains high tide feeling the moon's pull in the waves january freeze koi chase each other above the television groundhog day... sharing a sausage with friends autumn seabreeze... a film of salt forms on his glasses grey morning... a whale on the beach lies shrouded in fog beyond blossoms under the cherry tree... white snow cover new widescreen tv: watching junk in high definition winter day's end... a bowl of brown rice miso, warm in the hands homework after the school bus passes a spider rebuilds december warm spell the neighborhood snowmen are all plastic frosty meadow another dawn reaches across between sips... reading a book about sake her piano-playing comes to an end... sounds of autumn hail first snowfall the dog's legs have become shorter first snowfall... here is a christmas card to be mailed, last year at a desk, i write this ku a bluejay takes flight the neighbour's car needs washing grey sky a monarch butterfly lost in autumn after the guests leave the lilies open sultry afternoon only the mailbox shadow crosses the dirt road old pond after the frog the stillness frost on the spent firework casing new year's day winter park - white wings and blue lights flashing photo archive the ice skaters' grins frozen in time a wasp struggling in the web last apples clematis climbing climbing through the climbing rose fifteen elephants - after the storm the cockerels waking anti social behaviour - all night the wind kicks a can around day long weeding the last dandelion under my bench lazy rain the solitary blackbird's dawn chorus black hole near beaver dam a whirlpool spins autumn leaves vanish last light on the allotment the glow of a fag dimp crushed shell in the morning light the snail's last movements elevator an ex's scent hanging returning from night shift my neighbour and his cat the old barn wall with every missing brick a swallows nest frosty morning the steam rising from roofs and my African coffee recycled with each bottle the same resolution morning mizzle the screech of a gull far from the sea tinted windows - through the gap his fingers wriggle thanks approaching storm even the gate has lost its squeak long journey back home a forgotten bale of hay slowly rots away April 2nd the snow still lying two dog walkers meet - two conversations the broken panes of the old greenhouse - still the new shoots school fair on the fireman's helmet a faint smell of smoke frozen dawn the runner recovering in his own steam morning rush hour at the side of the road wild damsons Caruso recording - the gramophone crackle lights the fires in his eye the police car slows - suburban foxes looting from bins restless - across the summer night siren upon siren still the spent firework's cordite smell - nest of serpents balmy evening the stillness of sheets on the line the name I didn't want to see - bitter coffee airborne again - the roadkill's feathers road trip at the end of the argument a patch of blue the heather still in bloom - we take Mum the long way back to the hospice chuntering at something the blackbird on the fence post - election day weaving its way through the rush hour traffic a white butterfly bringing only silence the storm cloud's weight roadside memorial - the faded plastic windmills still racing two minutes silence the shifting light of a windy day hunter's moon the end of the path darker strong April wind the smell of Iowa hogs in Minnesota earthquake night Tokyoites walking home the long Friday back to my hometown blooming with a sweet scent mom's oriental lilies jizo bon akora mo sodachi furu chochin thunder rolling thinking of my daughter at the campsite frozen blueberries in a bowl of yogurt by the fireside hi wo abete tsuyu konu uchini akaki yuri traffic jam melting snow runs on the windshield a sunny day pink haze of the cherry blossoms over the hill amefuri no minoru kaki yori hito shizuku the old temple a snake on the stone step crawling away afternoon escape within the prison walls a library new year bon fire typhoon warning a farmer on the path between the rice fields March wind a strawberry off from my birthday cake the farmer lady a few daffodils in a basket of white radish a new year's bonfire misty rain on the embers scent of lilies orange pollen on my white sweater crisp morning air a bird left his feather at my window muggy night a lizard on the window screen - motionless summer night breeze each wish on bamboo branches rain clouds fragrance of sweet basil Christmas dinner grandma's fruit cake attracts only blue jays cracking walnut there might be another universe around where the steppingstone ends off autumn gone from an old temple to an old temple autumn wind hundreds of gentians blooming class reunion typhoon passed one watering can in the sandbox typhoon passed comes the local circus red dragonflies gather around the blind person after the storm the wind chimes realigning riding down the escalator the scent of snow on damp coats Day of the Oscars- in the Spring sun I plant onions... spring evening under a black umbrella phone number and key November clouds- hearing of my sister's illness... april noon out come the sun and some slugs street garden again without leaves faded graffiti school bus finally round the bend lighting a cigarette rubber boots looking for the next deeper puddle rain clouds basking in the light of an Ikea lamp louver ajar as falls slowly the rising sun cold morning far from coming clouds and our mouths Lime Water memories to be smaller and the greatest summers zen garden rain disappears into pebbles Afternoon rain Scents rise From the garden. rivulets on a foggy window the cancer's spread first Christmas a tiny new stocking joins the family moonlight baby's cheek at breast early spring everything dripping quitting time the smell of rain in the lobby waves slowly cresting towards shore a faint moon rainy bridge- the river flowing faster spring breeze- the balcony's shadows on my book winter drizzle all the passing faces look into the cafe dwindling bonfire a shooting star near Orion A spring morning The pond's surface blurred By raindrops. cold night- a plane blinks through Orion's bow late night at the office an exit sign floats next to the moon dark tree silhouettes low on the horizon Orion rises Distant thunder the smell of rain before the storm. Under the Magnolia red seeds float away November rain. the boat crests a wave - tracing my finger around an ancient stone urban geese - voices extemporise around a sitar so cold - a goose honks its way across the night sky sodium light - a darker world beneath the puddles lockerbie - the long walk from graveyard into town first date not even noticing the new moon silbury hill - my wife pregnant with our first child cold snap - more than my prints on the camera summer haze- a lone grey wolf pads south along the highway thrill of her flute - twenty three years of our lips touching stilled by the stream - delicate frost flowers crunch under work boots evening traffic - caught in a low moon the heron's flight white sun :: an inch of snow on the lawnmower harvest moon : the bigger pumpkin waits for a face mill row :: every door a different color harsh snow :: a corpse at the dam coffee cold she clips the obituary from many papers election day :: a butterfly about to settle on the seesaw new moon :: my sister's voice after all this time steam billows from the cooling tower :: sunrise morning mist a canada goose asleep on the dock painting the dark side of the house solstice midnight the changing wind in the silver maples silent phone only the ring from his teacup her fresh flowers - his fresh grave valentine's day valentines - the mailman's steps break the ice rush hour closing the car window on my hair ancient stone circle the flow of a robin's song rainy Baltimore umbrella blossoms in cafe windows summer solstice he remembers to lift the sea fresh paint a white moth circles the bug light first snow fall - covered with maple leaves at sunrise first light broken blue shell under the maple All Saints Day - in the field only small pumpkins are left December dusk - a solitary pine tree all lit up We talk in the street, surrounded by melting snow and mad rushing crowd a vagabond on the bench covered with a nude girl on the newspaper just before dawn the bright moon of the computer screen her skin pale in the moonlight ebb tide autumn chill - the silence of the bee hive cloudy skies - different shades of shadow in the cauliflower tai chi slicing the morning mist in quarters the therapist says nothing I haven't told myself - rainless clouds late night at the airport the shoe shine man polishes his own shoes Buenos Aires tango at the end of an alley the Big Dipper hot summer day a bowl of picked berries without sugar beach house - unlocking the gate to the ocean in and out of the haiku lesson - the fragrance of the lilies open window the moon's reflection in the toilet bowl Seafood tank, Lobsters move slowly, Far from Maine. behind net curtains her face glides from window to window jogging at dusk around the neighborhood the smell of garlic Dead robin its breast still burning red. Not so good for all the fish Good Friday St. Patrick's Day in front of the pub yellow pouring out of the daffodils At rest in the crow's nest crescent moon In Morse code the woodpecker announces spring On the Ferris wheel reaching up to stroke the moon to the headstone old footsteps frozen in old snow Japanese New Year how small the new moon in its halo covered by snow like the other stones little Buddha Awake Smell of rain two new haiga matin noir et blanc de brouillard et ces croix de bois sugar for the tea behind the bowl a line of ants fire ant mound against the flower pot after the rain bonfire smoke we talk about our disappointments new bookshelves the poetry my cat finds in an empty box croissant crumbs I try and find the right words summer rainstorm the balloon man sells umbrellas sunset the fisherman's silhouette edged with light three sneezes all that's left of the snowman the cat shifts from sunspot to sunspot Sunday morning sound of the rain - penetrating my sleep at dawn making soup my hands could be my mother's hands awake too early trees shrouded in mist the slow tick of a clock the damp stain on the wall only looks like a damp stain - Monday morning sunset over the sea I remember when my mother ran faster than me again this year the wind-sown poppies flower between stones thanksgiving my mind wanders to my dead brother crescent moon just enough light for this path warm rain on the pond my thoughts rise with the koi the red maple- striptease in the driveway sunny afternoon an old man lingers near the mailbox police watch the crowds at children's carnival the horse's teeth mountain stream two well placed rocks the path home winter clouds seem to move slower too in the cold night it happened just after the full moon snow in the dry grass frost appears on the fallen pears autumn breakfast the last mosquito's hover over my campfire evening flares at summer's end fireflies summer's end- a cool rain slides down the hollyhocks summer's end my hand lingers in the dry grass dandelion seeds ai r b o r n in a cool breeze Shivering in the cold spring air. Plum blossoms! door slam the rumble of thunder louder along the road shape of a willow conforms to the trucks obituary a child's face smiles from the page puddle from last nights rain reflects the clouds Fog on the mountain, Rain tapping the window pane, Cup of tea, steaming. hospital room the empty chair takes all the sunshine slipping in beneath the kitchen door -first sunlight paper moon- falling off almost this argument of mine winter rain- colder than ever this bowl of rice afternoon tryst... thunder bangs overhead in the sticky heat closet renovation removing all her clothes she nails the carpenter hurricane warning the wildflowers without butterflies steamy sex in the church parking lot - amazing Grace the pastor's daughter her Sunday dress the color of bruises carousel music? i still see my brother on the painted pony husband at work? the mailman knocks to see the newborn house renovation - the magic mushrooms he hid 25 years ago hail storm rearranging gravel in the Zen garden winter rain a flowered umbrella at the funeral late night date sand in her bra all day long Sunday brunch his eyes on the crumb kissing her cleavage morning overcast she adds more blush to her cheeks drowned in the sound of the rain other familiar sounds sudden hail we sip bitter coffee rehashing last night tasting the freckle on her cleavage with my eyes rummage sale her husband in the chair not worth keeping garage sale the flowered couch on which I became a woman arguing downstairs she shuts the windows in her doll house meditating and resplendent in sunlight she finally swats the fly first snow... next to the new calendar a clean slate train whistle... palm prints linger against the glass wedding anniversary my parent's ashes, together in the moonlight surprise sneeze the dandelion blows away without a wish freezing drizzle… page after page its insistent drumming seasons stilled a red paper poppy in memoriam an ancient path in a sky without time departing geese her Sunday dress the color of bruises merging Saturday night the sound of weeping seeps from the wall before dinner... the spider and a fly share the sunset he kissed me on the fourth of july fireworks! crossroads the brown core of an apple lifting fog the face of an old friend on my morning walk daybreak... still sipping bitter coffee we rehash last night stars at dusk a spray of willow buds by the gate the moon not quite full but full enough requiem mass - flecks of dust drift in stifling air tense meeting my chewing gum out of flavor inhaling spring - her new breast two months old morning rush he finds a half red kiss on his coffee cup never in darkness ground zero lights the night New Year's Eve moonless night - the bell buoy talks to itself morning tea he cups his hands around the glass winter solstice candle too short for lingering night dying afternoon light the doctor touches her uncombed hair snail mail delivered in the cold rain Wedding Day - in the bride's eyes the groom's smile mother and daughter chess game two queens haiku conference lecturer delivers address in three short sentences haiku moment she writes her number on his napkin against the glass - her palm prints linger nude beach about size and sighs on her nape beads of rain slowly I follow them down kitchen encounter tasting the wine from his lips summer sidewalk - drops of rain steam water bed dreams undulating thunder slate sky crocus peeking making love passionately all night the sounds of traffic imagine a field of dandelion fluffs before the wind it expects to top the subway stairs - the moon nobody sees the red persimmons abandoned garden hurry up to cross the trail reckless snail! in bottling This slow movement Bach At the cemetery gate three old friends speak rheumatism August full moon her pregnancy test positive ever tonight relight the candles the wind blows Orange nail clippings Turmeric moon picking blackberries - Balloon in the evening sky this morning wet balcony pick up the leftover wax candle-Charlie midnight rain? now every minute the grass, greening adding clouds clouds, incinerator Hot air balloons rise over the Loire then the full moon Easter Sunday a nice little knot in garbage bag Burial : Fill 17 feet haiku Celebration of Kings the pine trees homeless a crow repeats its call - first morning Organ music in the subway her long legs Basho haiku grains of sand under the pen fireworks off near the full moon on the sea sky glittering stars - pavement dull chewing gum midnight I read haiku about sleep Night Bar - his nose small bright sweaty plonk the center of the world- haikai insomnia: the smell of bread who cooked ticklish course insect on my cheek - Aircraft crossing In the bowl of verbena bulb ceiling - Mid-November in the Cathedral kneeling the photographer During Creation Haydn a spider down from the hanger Early necklines: already ripe fruits April subway wind happens to raise a page - haikai bright white her blouse - The Ides of March the cold cry of a magpie? first light of day quick interview tonight the plate of a Wind Street dry garden traces of knife in butter Fragonard street the white canvas a sheet drying leaving the sex shop red leaves of spring Sunday 7/1/7 the knife on horseback on bean at the door of Fauchon a puddle of vomit - End of year macro-furrow the librarian I look down in a crate 'Carrots France' books at a euro She took dance. Her big brassy calves in the rain in September. end of the mornng the mold of the fishmonger yawn winter driving Almost blinded by a sun-dog September storm Pressed against your back curled up 180 dead, 8 attacks Karachi today Zidane said on TV the radiator behind the door July heat wave Headend - Sikh taxi? white turban in empty apartment the great gash of sun ground the collection of a friend: a Zen monk rakes the angle of coverage brown belt: his skin between top and pants - Online fourteen tonight a great football game breasts that pregnant woman under the bus shelter old tepu Avenue - Rain in May two ladies of a certain age speak bra - Train May sun's rise the voices of crows lift it higher her round ass amount escalator half Moon fringed white lake February 1 to Metz taken in the Moselle a bottle the ass in the air in the truck's headlights women's legs who will enter the building black with blue flowers slip violist - Shostakovitch buttocks in buttocks upstairs Austerlitz station End of november - basting few worries still blooming red panties cellist - concert in Luzon only his shoe left crisse after Mass Low squared on the beautiful legs woman - Sudoku? sun's rise the voices of crows Lift It Higher when the sun illuminates the window of the bus, this mosquito is excited barely half the right moon clear November sky on the pavement the leaves are agitated soon the full moon passing in Caroline Street with my four artichokes - Runny nose dormant next to the orange fish - full moon of November the edge of her panties on his nice little buttocks berthed a book in tent on his chest - Wind and wave at the corner of Avenue every morning at 9: 30 pm he closes his tent small concert cars the morning to get going the top of the tree tickles the nose Giant Buddha Canada Day this country and I aging together dustpan and broom the paper hearts square of the town hall The shadow his chin piercing twelve o'clock mark blue eyes she drinks water source - eve of summer two o'clock in the morning a tiny insect through the new page Of laughter fall through the window - Saturday night dancing fabric around the woman's legs transport strike Rumors am - the shadow of a smoke on the white facade great Tide oil at the highest At the foot of the lamppost a fir January Full moon night - the shape of the models' breasts in the shop-window ocean playground the way memories come and go with the tide late into the night our two empty cups since a long time middle of August haikus at low tide the poetess part, remain the haiku and the cold cup breasts mannequins link in the window - Approach of spring on the chimney blue roofer - Vernal Equinox New York September the one-way sign Points Towards the billowing cloud perfectly round moon Condensation on the glass Without world news One hundred butterflies fly in the grass this morning Garden gates closed on river water blackout how bright Mars shines this summer night! endless winter more soft snow as we await a new grandchild skyscraper a window-washer squeegees the thunderhead insomnia the mouse) has it too afternoon rain- a neighbor opening her curtains too a famished mallard has emigrated to the city zoo bark beetles in the Ponderosa pine these gnawing doubts rush hour - one leaf's journey to the ground autumn trail the smell of something wild lingers forest silence... the cool green glow of lichen wet with sunlit steam old village... mosquitos enough for everyone sweeping leaves... her lovesong interupted by a sigh seed catalogues in the mail daily morning snow fluries under snow the same earth waiting waiting dusk breeze another birthday spent viewing others bamboo flute mournful notes flying to an absent moon still smiling water beads and drips off Buddha's nose suzukaze ya ubune no nobori mijikayoru seed catalog the colours of a winter daydream constellations of quiet raindrops sleepless night cabin walls feeling my way through a wilderness night against my skin the roughness of firewood hoar frost twilight a cricket's sudden silence just west of dawn an earful of geese heading south tulips buried - the soft silence of April snow the grey sound of a boat's emptiness cold dawn rain on the morning side of the river's end rising star puddles of sky a child's first step in the clouds moving day my shadow by the pond one last time growth rings a child sings her way around a tree my missing pen the cat pretends sleep on a winter's eve unknowns waiting for the wind to cry again sunday eve the blues moan softly across the pond storm clouds billowing in the wind a stranger's coat deep canyon the grand voice of a tiny wren from Hiroshima to Sendai... so much just gone desert night a constellation of tents glows yellow smoke on the wind midnight's every breath tastes of fire grey autumn day knowing when it's time in my bones where trees bloom with egrets at dusk the quiet sky at the deep end of a winter day birdsong just extinguished- smoke slowly curls out pumpkin eyes autumn equinox opinions turning waiting by the door the sun rising shortest day her countdown to christmas quickens between train tracks recumbent beer bottles beset by frost snowstorm too many flakes for haiku the line of poplars blackens a mackerel sky... February blues following me downriver to work: the pastel moon sharp night a thin plume of smoke from the fire station crow after crow the morning darkens with biblical rain honking through the darkness long before their shapes: the twilight geese winter solstice the street sweeper picks up a glass half full at either end of the twelve-carriage platform: spring mist street of cafes: cherry blossom gusts across the tables hail on the train- a young woman's leg straddles her boyfriend's almost spring outside the embassy plaque polishing lengthening days I turn the Christmas lights off for seconds between flood rains: the sunny colours of market mangoes like scattering tacks: the forecast record rainfall on the bus's roof yellow moon a glimpse of a porpoise easing upstream the river streaks pell-mell on either side of Eel Pie Island two pied wagtails at Hampton Court the river rises to medieval levels... the slow-motion beats of a swan into flight the forecast rain... a queue-jumper gets berated by everyone late again- the lights change in the evening puddle shortest day three geezers paint the pub's front green steam train... just over the wall a winter-flowering cherry through steamed-up windows the park fill of mist perseid shower the intake of her breath... another contraction American night ... the technicians jostle Din el ru the little morning ene Homeobox preserved heckling Drizzle - On the ground crushed, a worm. Brussels-Munich - Fly Racing on the PC screen at the foot of the bank - dandelions flowering TV debate - her breasts flopped in the bodice Against the light - off a large dog freely Snail shells empty - first shoots new year - the same street this morning silence and more blonde wig - a small smile after chemo my grandfather's sword... the impenetrable Silence of falling snow the dead tree in the lush forest - covered with votive intermission - we talk about war behind the scenes fall this morning - the bird on his left shoulder coated Rainy day Through windows The yellow jasmine arthritis - another glass of wine the left hand commotion in the computer's belly - I'm hungry gray dust on the marble fireplace - and your picture the deaf with his glasses - black After the dispute - the plates are still dirty Little sun - through the windows dirty dull afternoon... -even the fresh snow is tinted gray Jam on the birthday card - signed Baby sudden hail the argument breaks off mid-sentence sudden hail she tells me to be careful what I wish for distant thunder I dream I've forgotten where my parents live first frost the squirrel plants acorns where we buried the cat fall equinox a black squirrel running on the power line mudslide the last rain of 2005 segues into '06 Hiroshima Day a 13 kiloton sunset autumn leaves the harvest moon fades winter sun the flat of my hand on the cold window Late winter snow a distant whistle Train cuts through my silent view of the bitter when she looks out the window with that vague air the words under the fingers the blind and Braille Book friction paper watching the lunar eclipse a dead rose pilgrim counts every second step stone in shoe trinitarian glasses help both speaker and listeners to see more clearly Canada Day we play another concert in the rain winter rain - the man's face of snow gray buds glycine - today it would have sixteen ashen moon He asked him the divorce on the line his gray ball the suburban Cigale earthenware and walker - end of the journey heavy snowfall a hawk on a fence post almost white winter depression the colour of rain in the river waiting for you the changeful rhythm of the rain airport gate the undetected poison of your words spring changes... I clean rust off the latch of an old desire mountain rain - the beetle and i scurry for cover raindrops plop into my coffee cup summer rain spring in the air - the stone path to the mailbox well polished autumn light - in the silent glades me and the gun... late fall - the scent of rain in your hair parting... the clatter of train tracks into dark fading bougainvillea in the night sky... mars! splatting drops... moments ago they held a rainbow after the long wait... two unattended dove eggs in summer rain from the armoire, scent of passion in a candle yet to be burned mid October the sudden thinness of my robe wood flute music through an open window the crow's rasp cold May moon... the long road stretches out of sight mothers' day I let the phone ring longer for her scenting two pages of the Webster's Unabridged... wild lilac Valentine's dinner nothing on the menu suits him stroke of ... his snoring punctuated by fireworks stillness... a few flat stones beneath the pine purple irises stand still rain or shine lunch at the cove the ebb and flow of their conversation distant thoughts- the last ember cools more wine? he places an afghan around my shoulders computer drone overtaken by the sound of pounding rain cold May moon... the long road stretches out of sight deeper into autumn she aches for an honest touch heat storm a quick breath between flash and crashing thunder in the mirror a much older woman returns my glance April shower - last drop of green tea Morning fog - only the scent of eucalyptus rain all day stacks of old magazines closer to the door church ruins the grace of a butterfly pleasantly drunk in the orchard a flock of waxwings Memorial Day a layer of dust covers his urn hawk's hover - the view of calm seas through a gunport overcast night maybe the stars burn brightly over Gaza at the memorial a hawk's cry scatters her ashes forty-six years writing my name yellow in snow glimmer of revival at the window full moon sunny terrace forget Christmas oncoming on the gray tarmac in the rain back yellow bus does not make his bed undo the day return watching seagulls search the market remains imagine the sea at the other end of the world on the train window Race raindrops under the endless rain the gray spot the colors of the arena with my dad speak to learn to grow old - The smell of clematis Chat of joggers... the heron and I motionless March night listen to the rain crashing on the tiles subway platform the beggar snores his bottle stands in the middle of the night the hum of the ventilation between two sirens blaring first day of autumn the sun hits the tile one last time Lost in the hubbub on the opposite platform the shouting match anonymous signature old pigeon footprints the bare cement Monday in October in and out of the subway without seeing the day Metro Morning this urine odor tenacious red tasks first on the hillside sun on my cheek heavy sleep after plum alcohol collected in his garden breathing deeply... that smell of woodyards in the rain I saw the horizon in the subway in four by three the sound of rain drown the echo of my footsteps autumn morning from room to room the mouse moves without worrying about us iced or hot tea I hesitate last day of August it is no longer cold tap water heat wave sitting on the ground her bare shoulder armless three cardboard pieces scattered remains monte a snail adventure the still hot asphalt June storms sad sandwich fell from a machine soulless the only lights on in a passive fight against the darkness of the whole building new snow I Almost forget our quarrel shirtless window I read haikus summer rain just for a moment the smell of pine trees way to work early in the morning looking at fog partner after the wedding early morning watching the fog after marriage more than the shining sun in the morning I want her nothing more tiring than Being tired of sleeping alone warm coffee crushed mosquito red line on the floor subway in may spring wind on my neck cooler than your breath the coin as cold as the machine which to me made Black jacket under trees with pink flowers in the train all the scents of the morning overshadowed by the tramp asleep the stone bullfrog under the bird feeder just sits white the pages of my notebooks I do not like winter nose in the air fixing the invisible bum perched listen to the rain next to my phone quiet at Rise piss in the autumn wind make a haiku first flakes think of my father on his hospital bed my cold bed my skin looking hers first flakes stroking the cat a cold drop my neck sad smile the line of bum who sleeps on the subway platform her plastic lifelines in harsh hospital light - even fresh flowers, fade five star hotel - a cockroach scurries pool-side my pregnant daughter watches the stone bullfrog his old hands working the soil - smell of brewed tea on the clothesline his and her shirts side by side again between the mist and the edge of the forest a white buffalo harvest moon rose garden has lost its colors eerie moonlight graveyard of the rusted automobiles indian summer first light finds the tallest tree drought no clouds in the bird bath tea party over lipstick smiles remain after the cloudburst birdbath full of sky again underside of the flower pot one hundred legs high tide yesterday's footprints gone coffee season singing from the trees no moisture mother earths skin has cracked typing small i only because morning coffee occupies my other hand... In the space-between trees and mist a white buffalo drumming heartbeat in the mist Mekong river the swaying of our hammocks bone dust after cremation the winter sky behind the cafe the sound of children or crows rain scented air a thousand frogs croaking black friday dip-dyed desperation gusting down the mall snowmelt - the garden blooms with children's toys customs' declaration - only the memory of eucalyptus autumn gale a month's mortgage payments scatter the lawn Christmas Day a present of rain on the pony's back november blossom a brightness to find what might have been lost deep autumn there's wind enough to winnow wild rice shortening days... the petals fall into dust leaver's day a wind too strong for butterflies endless rain christmas lights bleed in a puddle gibbous moon the smell of woodsmoke fills a wait for rain cider farm a sweetness on the breeze neon veil a neighbour's lights outshine the moon customs' declaration - determining the value of new haiku yew harvest deep hues fill a redwing's hunger autumn gale the sunflowers turn their seedy cheeks she's leaving home a pair of shoes that no longer fit indian summer it's what the sunflowers waited for glinting on a retirement card autumn rain autumn mist my neighbour asks me what I do straw truck delivery someone else's summer strewn down our lane autumn rain my socks dry on the pc tower autumn equinox i let the last fly go free after rain honeysuckle awake again bonfire's glow my niece cups her hands around a firefly summit cairn a raven's call lost to the wind pathless moor the cackle of grouse hidden by mist New Year's Day a deer hesitates in the headlights dentist's chair counting dead flies in the striplights the morning after oak leaves cradle last night's hail hung in a cobweb between gorse flowers christmas rain perseid showers only rain in the night garden summer longing a dampness in the washing left out overnight night after night the farm dog forgets he knows me of old last day of term my daughter breaks the uniform code after the rain a winter street full of moons softening my new jacket spring rain spring wind tachograph discs turn down a backroad steam railway blackthorn blossom follows the tracks all fool's day behaving like a teenager again day after day on the road to work a single magpie spring sunshine the jogger's stride a little longer my daughter says i resemble a drunk winter rain St David's Day a mower cuts the green green grass of home efficiency seminar a reek of cheap fat lingers in the hall referendum day a few pale shoots after the frost roadside tribute last year's leaves cover a fox black run a skier's cigarette points downhill commuter traffic no light to stop a starling flock february gale the empty bird feeder taps my office window i arrange my tie to hide a stain misty hollow supermarket sign the melancholia magnified by drizzle february dawn the rhubarb rises a deeper red afternoon fog the point of the meeting getting lost a red cloud on the horizon robin's song valentine's day a patch of snow the sun hasn't found marsh wren's cry the sun ripples onto the mud we race dry leaves down the road home the north wind and me jumping ice cubes all over the floor ... a hair in my whiskey new freedom blue dress now a table cloth blowing bubbles my breath floats away in different sizes three feet distance needed for reading my ku without glasses langs zijderoute dansende rupsencocons in kokend water her garden bench she was always sitting butterfly on moss a temple garden snowy path to bronze bell having deep footprints wiping the full moon from a wet glossy table with my bare hand flea market - a sitting buddha on his left side northern lights steam rises from the coffee cup Veterans' cemetery a wide expanse of lawn beyond the graves. late summer an inchworm less than an inch talk of dying the mention of ranch land I have never seen spring morning flies return to a crab carcass migrating swallows she tells me she'll pray for me letter from overseas a call from southward geese penetrates the thicket spring mist the tree I take shelter under planted in remembrance first raindrops the freight train I passed two states ago hard winter ground - we argue about the constellations walking to work - the blossoms on my street late this year the smell of water between the iron pump and cup snow outside a small bowl of imported oranges abandoned house children picking mangoes in the yard A pear A worm's hole leaves a bitter taste. children dancing circles in the rain- autumn leaves falling leaves- unpacking winter clothes from cedar trunks summer heat my air conditioner sweating summer's end- one haiku becomes another Twin Towers- where once two shadows now only sun rice seedlings- each step deeper in the mud Fragrant spring blossom children play outside until there is no more light. withered roses a bald woman waits for the taxi Halloween night ghosts and goblins watch the rain desert wind the potter's fingerprints on an ancient shard together we watch the eclipse far apart faded asters the cortege pauses at her gate moves on biopsy just a cyst - this time a break in the clouds plastic flowers placed beside the highway memory fades dead cat... open-mouthed to the pouring rain mud puddles leaving behind a high heel waiting for the train a huddled mass of smartphones zazen— that fly battering itself against the sunny window dusk the mason jar filled with fireflies morning meditation a steaming manhole cover winter rain the dog and I exchange sighs pure blue a broken robin's egg asleep at the wheel the ghost cabbie of my nightmares gibbous moon she's not telling the whole truth two-hour meeting shadows creep across the table frost on the windshield I remember how much I drank last night budget cuts a crescent moon on the horizon Ash Wednesday a dusting of snow police sirens another night without the moon love letters - i rake the embers of the fire crashing waves- my thoughts move with the tide final approach - she pencils in her eyebrows melting snow - an unfinished haiku the Dow falls - rose petals in the wind between doses of cough medicine silence snow flurries - my unborn grandchild's perfect fingers stuck behind a schoolbus - thunderclouds crescent moon - leaning her head against my shoulder icy conditions - another slide on Wall Street converting to condos the nightclub where we met in a dark place quietly fermenting homebrew in the attic the sound of march rain so much louder graffiti glistening in the flickering streetlight new moon - time to lose the beard emptying the wine bottle - another conversation about Mom my stock portfolio - puddles filled with winter rain occupying Wall Street the ghosts of my retirement dreams that recurring dream in which I pull the fire alarm and run epiphany - Jesus and Mary stopped at the border epiphany - the gift of a dead mouse at the door not softened by sepia tones images of war first thaw - someone should have warned the daffodils hot day the cool inside an apple snow turns to rain - wondering when it all went wrong war - fathers burying sons domestic terrorism winter moths at the door harvest moon grass gone to seed on the tennis court huddled smokers another conversation about The Cloud hazard lights through raindrops October leaves cold stethoscope I lie to the doctor about my drinking starless night I can't believe the weekend is over after the rain a puddle filled with stars abandoned school a soft breeze ripples through the weeds her small fingers tightly grip the pencil writing her new name after the conference pigeons feasting on crumbs still pond a dragonfly lands on the moon severe thunderstorm warning a murder of crows daylight fades my mother asks the same question twice ghost town a rooster crows for no reason at all end of the road three big dogs with nothing to do an oasis in the Bible Belt adult book store after the storm the streets have no names early autumn the golden highlights in her green hair half moon something I'm forgetting house for sale the dandelions allowed to bloom mixed precipitation a flat finish on Wall Street a long meeting permanent marker on the erasble whiteboard sipping absinthe the impressionist painting of night urban incense a steaming manhole cover sailing the seas of my subconscious her fishnet stockings cold snap the junkyard dog's heavy chain wolf moon suddenly I see her in a different light laundry day the search for matching socks Christmas leftovers my mother forgets why she called the sudden chill a fresh layer of ice on the fire escape looking for something in the bottom of a cup the low autumn sun bad beer the stock market goes flat mixed precipitation she tells me I look good for my age enlightment a police car on fire Thanksgiving night an empty parking lot at the nursing home Thanksgiving rain the unblinking eyes of a shelter dog Thanksgiving rain the dog no one wanted alone at the bar the missing letters in a neon light new moon the doctor schedules a biopsy morning fog an empty tequila bottle asleep on the subway floor the unknown soldier a granita before the afternoon shift short shadows Veteran's Day the old dog's gray muzzle Dia de los Muertos her elegant cheek bones on a cold night the hollow echo of your voice tornado watch now available in HD under attic dust another unopened envelope my daughter's birthday a child's balloon above the clouds spring mist my granddaughter cries in my arms a sudden chill my credit card declined Patriot's Day a homeless veteran's weathered sign dusk that song still makes me cry two moons somewhere between ports she tells him it's over Holy Week three bare trees against a gray sky morning mist the fragrance of strong coffee bitter wine time for that conversation about Mom the old oak tree where we first kissed marked with an "X" new photos of my granddaughter crocuses in bloom twilight she tells me she has a spare toothbrush crescent moon the fullness of her hips still pond koi swim through the sky tempest in a teapot my mother serves me decaf equinox an 18-wheeler crossing the double yellow line lengthening shadows things best said in a letter equinox splitting the last of the wine still wandering the empty corridor cheap perfume winter storm watch beware of falling stock prices empty terminal headline news for ghosts wolf moon the sway of her hips mid-winter thaw an unscratched lottery ticket crowded train a clash of perfumes new moon forgetting old acquaintances the blank page learning nothing from the pine abandoned playground the graffiti fades piercing stones all along the promenade cicadas and ringtones first date trying not to talk to her cleavage crescent moon the dog sleeps with one eye open dusting off the Christmas lights gibbous moon cold coffee the crunch of a Christmas ball under foot her lips beckoning mine highway billboard snow flurries my unborn granddaughter's heartbeat darkening skies the final hours of the weekend the moon and my wine glass half full town landfill old timers arguing politics stock market report a stalled car in the intersection camellia buds - my wife begins to cradle her belly too hot to shop wasps drinking from a town fountain Day of the Dead all the leftover Halloween candy hunter's moon searching for my keys cold night I become the dog's pillow first snow an almost perfect shave fair-weather clouds an ultrasound of my next grandchild a true wonder of the world how she fills her Grand Canyon t-shirt my rising blood pressure - a vapor trail in the sky hot city night the sizzle of a broken sub-woofer loosening the top button of her blouse with my eyes snow turns to rain the afterglow of the plow lights our parting kiss a mixture of salt and sweet peppers snow day more white than I remember in my beard footprints in the snow words I can't take back New London winter the gleam of pleasure boats wrapped in plastic winter chill - shredded plastic in a barbed wire fence lazy midtown morning - another layer of paint on the rusty fire escape lazy midtown morning - do those green copper gargoyles feel the cold? first of December - the darkness before dawn first of December - police tape clinging to a burned-out barn first of December - another cold cup of coffee winter clouds - my gray hair grayer October rain all through the night my kidney stone December rain - the long night longer a break in the clouds my third cup of coffee grows cold clear skies a solitary crow on a high-voltage wire November dusk do the streetlights know how early it is? November dusk the warmth of a familiar song overcast just one more game of solitaire more rain a mouse trapped between walls new moon an abandoned car on lover's lane new moon a missing mouse trap new moon the mouse in the ceiling awakens the soldier looks back over his shoulder autumn grass autumn equinox my baseball glove right where I left it sudden chill an empty bird feeder outside the nursing home waning moon a hand-printed sign reads: "lost dog" stifling heat our new neighbors' argument heat wave the dog moves slowly from shadow to shadow restless night a tree frog in and out of tune morning haze one light rinse of the coffee cup is good enough Memorial Day stars obscured by distant smoke red dragonfly my newest granddaughter's tiny fingers June cold snap the next-door neighbor's house for sale half-way home a pint of stout to keep out the cold after the rain a light on in the basement of an empty house finally Friday the dog so attentive around the grill cold April rain I no longer remember your name cold April rain my daughter's birthday on another continent cold April rain the sediment at the bottom of a wine glass going out of business — the naked mannequin’s Mardi Gras beads caffeine buzz snow in the forecast somewhere else moonless night an ambulance speeds by with its lights out moonless night an empty can of whipped cream moonless night pulling the dog from shadow to shadow in from the cold just one sugar cube more in my coffee too wired to sleep too tired to dream winter wind crowded train her perfect lips pierced autumn rain the warmth of one too many glasses of wine wolf moon the dog won’t come in blue moon I wonder where my children are tonight? bitter cold — even the Christmas lights seem to shiver December rain — a phone call from my son December rain — a deer tail and then nothing April overcast my son turns twenty in Iraq March a broken umbrella crosses the street drawn in by the smell of fast food and vinegar this october sun deep winter a stray dog sniffs an empty coffee cup late train all the highlighted passages in his bible one week before Christmas a three-legged dog sniffs the trash crowded train the drunk offers me his seat for five dollars the trainyard at dawn new graffiti on an old caboose equinox two limes in my margarita Veteran's Day a frightened dog at the animal shelter twilight I direct a stranger to the wrong train Valentine's Day awakened by a kiss from the dog burning leaves Kerry concedes the election first juice a lone wasp explores the apple press rumors of war removing decorations from the Christmas tree troubled sleep steam rises from a storm sewer my daughter's 18th birthday the warming sunshine in her hair Wall Street watch the unnerving plunge of her neckline stood up by a part-time lover shooting star orthopedist's office all paintings tilted slightly off center afghan invasion the dog on my side of the bed approaching storm my twelve year-old's fascination with war Autumn colors the receptionist's bright red hair first frost I trim my graying beard first buttercup three lines of coke on the kitchen table three shades too dark the lipstick on his collar a familar name on the victims list my coffee grows cold between silent construction cranes the Milky Way the end of summer my light beer suddenly darker my daughter starts college another empty pint of beer first day of vacation shooting star on a moonless night train running late an ant climbs the station wall planning our trip lightning flashes beyond the horizon distant thunder a shower of pollen falls from the trees the haze lifts she tosses her hair over her shoulder chrysanthamums the homeless girl pulls her baby closer dangerous lightning she watches me watching her unhooking her bra the moon peeks over the treetops my daughter's graduation tightening the knot on my necktie crowded train station the tap tap thump of a blind man's cane mist turns to rain our cat's last day staring at me from the bathroom mirror an age spot my son's twelfth birthday a rabbit hops across the busy street sunny spring day walking through a cloud of perfume the train arrives one more sip from an empty cup of coffee wedding night the parents of the bride in separate beds alba brumosa funghi rossi crescono fra le tombe a second glass of wine - the poem goes unwritten tube ride someone else's iPod is playing our tune Spring snow an expecting mother rests her hands on her belly energy crisis long line at the coffee shop Ash Wednesday the priest lights a cigarette where dirty snow meets road salt a dozen roses after so many thorns a rare and perfect rose snow mixes with rain my mother keeps calling me by my brother's name away on business the restless cat on your side of the bed lunch hour the automatic teller machine eats my card staring at her neckline the deep plunge of the NASDAQ the NASDAQ falls moss clings to a weathered tombstone too hot to sleep i search for my son's footprint in the front drive troubled sleep somewhere in the darkness an unlocked door commuter daydream I follow the slit in her skirt into oncoming trafic her well-tanned shoulders wrapped in a sweater the end of summer asleep on the train the gentle rise and fall of her breasts first date under the streetlight our shadows hold hands tent revival the preacher's wife in a miracle bra Mass Pike trafic the bright red glare of her lipstick reflecting the graffiti landscape Soho rain my son's eleventh birthday miles of cold gray rain between us in the produce aisle a voluptuous woman compares melons working late the sound of a small brown moth in the lampshade market forecast: record warmth followed by rain bitterly cold a box of old love letters hidden in the attic after four hours of sleep light snow fills an empty cup cold starry night - from the forest edge the sound of animal kill temple courtyard through the morning fog peach blossoms english newspaper a lot of starving people between fish chips while dusting buddha's mouth is smile disappeared for a few seconds autumn storm lightning flashes on buddah's belly new cracks in an old mirror I just noticed tree less corners the tall shadows of beer bottles hedgerow birds three boys share a spliff by the school gate bings o sawins alang the watterside ...quait fou lenten muin - efter the nicht ...festin UNCOS: weir! weir! - ootby a bleckie brustin wi sang onding - ilk day the burn fuspers a pickle looder crematorium - hungert craws roond the lum hogmanay bangers - in thair new hame refugee bairns wauken skirlin nicht fushin - wi the muin an orion... pisces indian simmer - bummers' lang sheddaes hameless doverin on the baunk ...whaur the watter skites the clints Tai Chi - dugs reeng'm yowlin ...dae they snowk teeger? sunshine and snow the boys in the reserves watch the letterbox ootby the maisic chaumer twa youthie maws ...ettlin tae git in tuin liggin hert tae hert tentie o the rackets nicht watchie daein's roonds - fou muin bi'r lair a poke o bluid hings - ootby...rodden berries lit caunles tears as they mouten - Nagasaki day barbecue - the sin's licht skirls amang the links alzheimers - a tak'm fushin, aneath the scruif sheddaed draves siller sin - a drapt quinie i the burn shooglin the beddie - i the winnock a crescent muin the cailleach hunkers tae incaa - a cruived burd thrabs it the winnock needle exchange sharing a breakfast drink in Museum Square simmer lift - atween the leaves blae butteries craw an leprone flee aff tae cum yin tentie o the bygaun burn a hauflin taen tent o bi a bodach dunt on the kist - yirth frae an Irish brae tae a Scots brae throuch gean flourish the weet - sterny plainstanes a vause o wullflooers lichtenin the kirk suddent the pish-the-bed batch... thair stobbie herrcuts in a clair puil bebbles hove up frae sumhin unsein weedower - in's waddin reeng Pace caunles blinter hurkle-bane surgery - on the wa Degas' ballerinas mayflowers three small boys track down terrorists dumpin's baw heich the err ...day o an eclipse daffins bress baund - voar concert tuim gardevine - i the snawdraps the broozilt ootline o luvers fooneral Mass - in the bicker a deid flee coortin kipple a coffee atween thaim - stame heavin zip o a kingfeesher haar steekin ahint it clear vause o roses - deep in the watter muckle breers picnic - butterflies and flies in the butter troot stream - mey-flees jig syne couk faither's bothy - bottle scrievit 'weed killer' reekin o fusky boy's bedroom a blackbird's nest found deep in the lilac aw day the pyned rairs as the auld aik dees in the winnock an attercap's wab ...he hauds up her lung x-ray Guid Friday - cruciform a maw snuves athort the lift alang wi voar her herr growein back agane Mardi Gras - burd-brods thrang voar - throuch gray vennels a reid bike nicht fushin - quarter muin's siller preen nicht puil - fush hove tae crottles o sterns brennin his auld lair - reek's thrawins o luve an daith a murther craws gaitherin teeth in a glass the nurse takes away his pot of blue hyacinths knackin throuch mairchs' tirlies - hungert's banes hungert bairn liggs in'r lap ...derk concerteeny nippie hailstanes - the bass player's blae fingers yule carols droont oot: ferris wheelers' skirls TROKE DAY - an airlie bang up fir the hameless chiel roon the was faimlie photys takkin tent o's deein maws fecht ower the bucket ...hameless he squerrs's shouthers spring thaw everything drips including my nose autumn chill time for a hot bowl of chili frozen pond the moon trapped in a crack chilled by spring winds schoolgirls sniffing body spray behind the gym November night the smell of burning leaves and marshmallows high summer the sounds and smells of a traveling fair gentle breaths the window's frost etchings quiet lake the only sound a jumping fish meteor shower in the cold our gasps become visible failing light the ash tree heavy with birds fall equinox another day in the 90's evening news the burden of snow on my son's balcony under the snowpack the garden buddha still keeps his smile stoplight each of us tapping to our own beat credit crunch - a half-dozen fireworks greet the new year a lost child in a ward of iron lungs her daffodils Mass over the rush to be first out of the lot 5am bird songs lost in air conditioner noise guided hike beyond the talk quiet woods at the feeder more birds than room the smell of snow midwinter vanished in a bite of homemade strawberry preserves while washing spinach how nice to find a haiku there at the end of a long learning curve a helmut of white hair bamboo flute the scent of green tea Ashes, what was once a man, and the full moon. Bright, big, yellow. empty room endless TV ads for nobody almost home the full moon between two houses pastry shop so many candy smiles around me summer's end - under a lamp on the path a moth's dying parking for lovers many crocuses between the wheel's traces funeral procession of the friend passes the crocus field playing bowls, playing at cards... old warriors driving towards crematorium along the frozen road Independence Day after the rainy morning a sunny afternoon autumn equinox fox's eyes shining in the twilight overturned boat, drawn high on the shore - drumming of rain meteor shower crickets occupied by its song chilly tea-time finding new cyclamen leaves in an old plant-pot. watching Perseids a moth makes noise on the porch moths fluttering in the paper lantern? a shadow play nobody's here - only a cricket guards the alpine hut long lasting rain - the dog-rose petals clung to the pavement summer's end - under a lamp on the path a moth's dying summer's end . their chirping slows down - good-bye, cicadas! above the cemetery laser beams from the disco a calm cricket chirp the rose hides the date of death on her grave sultry twilight pauses between bird's singing become longer courtyard of my childhood after so many dead people the old lilac in bloom afternoon tea the old climbing rose somehow whiter under floating clouds the cherry blossom snow in the same direction I completely forgot the magnolia-tree, till its bloom I light on again the candle on her grave extuinguished by wind first crowing breaks my sleep year of Rooster drinking mulled wine on the square white breaths late harvester sickle moon in the sky over the mature corn deep in the night my computer turned off sound of autumn rain crickets' songs in the pitch-dark night how many secrets nobody here a table in the mountain speckled with petals trains come and go but the same people drinks at bar Eucharist pious women still weeping for Jesus little pawprints in the concrete from the lost kitten brightening sky the low from street lamps still lingers your late night words suffuse my day with warmth before my door your footprints in the snow from last night how to absorb these echoes of what we shared her father's grave - the little girl leaves a picture of a dinosaur Handel's Messiah the same tapes my late-grandmother listened to late afternoon - the fulness of the cow's udder late summer butterfly wings clap a little slower full moon pumpkins in the field ready to pick overcast- curls of smoke over a shared fence New Year's Eve the warmth of his eyes over cold champagne winter wonderland even the burnt out car looks beautiful solstice birthday blowing out a candle for each decade overcast day... even the poppies stay curled up early dawn... I watch the New Year spill down the mountain our greeting between the honks returning geese clouds lifting above the archipelago morning light the owl's whoo unanswered this autumn night autumn morning spreading marmalade over burnt toast autumn sun slides through the blinds withered sunflowers candlelit pumpkin the moths reflection in the cat's eyes New Year's Eve bubbles rise again in the old crystal flutes almost Christmas thinking how best to reveal that dad beats mum at dusk... the sweetness of the roses winter pears eating around the bruises gibbous moon the baby stirs in her belly autumn deepens dusting off an old bottle of port election results low tide clams spit seawater evening walk acorn shells crunch into the silence empty bus stop autumn leaves swirl in the car's wake flu season to kiss or not to kiss? drought- weeds sprouting near the sprinkler death watch... I freshen the water of her bedside iris circle time she describes her mother finding a vein at the cottage... last year's mosquitoes on the bedroom wall spring cleaning... painting over last year's mosquitoes midnight. the stallion's single kick against the wall quiet stable... the sudden force of horse piss drought... the first raindrops bounce overcast - the next door pianist hits a sour note downpour - the pumpkin's smile goes out we sip sweet tea in silence... a soldier's mother autumn visit - over war news we talk of babies... fireside - a son's face smiles down from the mantelpiece setting gibbous moon a golden jellyfish drifts under our kayak in the yard between our argument - a red dragonfly more rain - mildew colors the old roof half asleep - the rhythm of the receding rain wild iris in the marsh unreachable night rain - Chopin's nocturne drowns it out summer rain - lightning whites out the street lights the crow - balancing on a wire and now, in the wind midnight - only jasmine now and cricket song equinox - the bulbul's song on the edge between day and night spring evening - a boy hums the tune I heard half a mile ago Valentine's Day a forsythia without birds tattered clouds - the moon's whiteness is icier tonight unaimed day - beneath the flipped stone five black beetles cricket song softly, outlasting the trucks red poppies... the butterfly always just out of reach night silence - despite the dogs, despite a crying baby monsoon clouds - a heron bathes in a pool of light night rain a bat wings its way to tomorrow unhurried the egret whiter than the clouds veins of lightning split the sky - smell of wet earth moonless suddenly the silence bigbangs into barking head cold - missing the scent of winter heliotrope early spring air all day long our beds not made rain on leaves tiles earth flute notes slither through the water sounds grey-yellow dawn a dove's urgent cooing and the rain still night - the smell of fried fish drowns out the traffic sounds through the window half a mirror showing a quarter room cool breeze - a thousand things undone I watch the moon storm-washed sky - the bird songs clearer midnight - my earphones keep out the silence darkening street - two babblers on a wire and then the moon midnight - the windy silence of the sickle moon after the solstice this summer heat still the same husband away washing his socks by hand night drizzle is that donkey's braying filled with pain? hot oil sizzles on an iron frying pan kitchen god speaks darkening trees - a flight of parakeets brightly lit silver moon a loudspeaker barks at the night midday heat - the insistent call of a dove noon heat - a pigeon shadow shimmers across the tar unanswered the dog's howl fades into the night roadside cricket song - the full moon's risen above the wires day of remembrance - the night silence same as always Internet break - between memories and the parents' grave the curtain of rain evening voices the moon so huge rusty fence - a sunbird in one of the diamonds the rising moon pales down here the cricket's unwavering song high-stepping, an egret walks its shadow across a white wall bulbul blues a yellow flower floats in my tea cup lakeside the long silence before the loon's reply getting the phone - the soft tapping of the rocking chair rabbit in the moon each dog has the last bark till the next cold night a cricket's insistent mantra cloudy the metal-edged whistle of a dove's flight my sweaty skin enough for three weeks his ironed shirts moon-paved road I take the lane without the dogs haze over the hills the rain has filled this morning's footprints night silence a facebook cry of loneliness deep silence that crack in the wall looks wider tonight the moon's emerged now water drips only under the trees last light listening for the silence behind the rain night rain - baking smells from the house with the jasmine brown earth a hawk's reflection glides across the puddle rain on the leaves just one firefly night rain a bus rumbles through the croaking of frogs broken magnolia bloom still inviting bees red sun the air glitters with dragonflies dim porch light I spit orange seeds into the darkness shrilling cicadas two women smile at something else between fiery clouds and shadowed earth a string of egrets another year the inscription hard to read with all the grass naked light bulb the rain on the leaves barely audible roosting egrets the lake's silence settles on everything petal-strewn earth a mynah hops into a patch of sunlight declining moon the old man's laughter turns to coughing February chill a punctured heart balloon bright red in the dust beggar's steps at the bakery slower and slower darkening trees the steady shrilling of cicadas election results the muezzin's call like a lament almost full moon knowing what's for dinner I still check it out same moon same song another cricket rumble of thunder the hawk-like flight of the pigeon starry fireworks a smoke cloud drifts past Orion night walk I slow down near the jasmine bush Beware Of Dog sign the bright pink tongue of the puppy cold sky after my friend's cremation I water the garden a cricket falls silent the clock's slow ticking goes on bus stop - all eyes on the migrating geese morning mist the sun does not reach the side lane now what? the papaya tree has reached the cement awning past midnight and a dripping tap a man's voice somewhere neon light the leaves of the bush almost black wedding band smoke from the fireworks dissolves against the stars half-empty train the hand-holds sway in unison a break in the clouds spider webs and plastic bags catch the morning light blackout: morning glories appear in the car's headlights distant temple drums close by the sound of a dog shaking itself hot night - after my bath the world seems cleaner dusk- fireflies leading the way to the car door steaming tea dusty cobwebs above the late owner's photo lemon slice moon a kite glides past the palmyra palm cycle cart - the office chairs' legs point to the moon muezzin's call a kite's silhouette beneath orange clouds muezzin's call a one-horned cow pushes at the hotel gate smoky moon a cricket's regular chirp between the traffic noise fluffed-up sparrows the air white with snowflakes above the tar anti-war demo snowflakes melt on the horse's backside cold rain a bunch of daffodils against the brick wall blinding snow man and dog tracks run together long drive home grass poking through fresh fallen snow night stillness a new mail in the inbox Valentine's Day a red rose stuck in the snow snow melt chewing gum spots appear on the pavement loud pub music a long silence between the flirting couple orthopaedic clinic a three-legged chair outside the entrance the plane's landing lights a wave of barking sweeps the neighbourhood hot afternoon a flirting couple in the memorial's shade last red in the sky a small girl's moon face rises over the counter day moon the woman with silver hair steps back into the shade Science day the programme begins with rituals rushing to work seeing frozen new leaves on the rose bush traffic argument the camel's sneer is impartial traffic jam three saffron-robed men munch nuts in their SUV eddying leaves the old woman's wrinkled face and saree morning mist the iora is gone before I recall its name drifting fog the house across the road reappears long-distance train men on the platform talk on their mobiles two minutes silence a cell phone keeps ringing Nehru smiles from his frame Venus a faint glow from the refinery road accident a crowd of teddies stares out from the shop window grey sky the cluster of white breaks up into egrets new highway - every mile or so the corpse of a buzzard Morning Paper twice the colored ad inserts as the news night traffic the silent lake seems much bigger last light sounds of crows settling in the tree deep night one cricket chirps anyhow ants transport a moth traffic noise penetrates the bamboo grove afternoon lull the traffic island crowded with pigeons bike tail lights a lingering smell of perfume quiet lane after the jasmine smell of fried onions fallen tree the poor woman's axe gleams brightly muddy street the black pig's feet and tail tip are white unkempt garden a hibiscus blooms amongst the weeds packing up house boxes of broken dreams filling the dumpster sunset the shopkeeper burns incense to drive out mosquitoes sudden rain cows crowd the entrance to the hotel opulent temple pigeons occupy every niche cloudburst the flies are already in the house soft rain the sound of hammering from the construction site day moon - the girl brushing her hair smiles suddenly home again even the ants seem familiar cool morning a fog of insecticide in the red truck's wake flight of egrets a boy stands with his ear to a telephone pole last station the king of hearts on the floor of the compartment driving home full moon dancing in puddles crystal morning dried puke on the car door midnight the moon dances in my teacup burnt-down house yellow elders bloom in the garden waiting for moonrise the moving red dot becomes a plane harsh sunlight faces peep through the bars of the police van moonrise a woman croons to her baby empty street the For Sale sign overgrown with weeds gust of wind a woman’s face lights up by the cooking fire a bullock cart loaded high with shoe boxes the driver’s cracked feet small talk sixteen ants on the wall... seventeen... at the hotel plugging in my laptop for a touch of home petrol fumes smell of fresh bread from the bakery clacking rails five languages in the compartment rice-green pond dark herons stand in an arc sultry afternoon little mirages above the tar melting tar silk cotton drifts across the road smoky moon a cloud of insects around the street light burnt house the owner’s name on the iron gate smell of newsprint twenty beauty queens with one smile funeral procession a bee lands on the flowers morning radio news a snail crawls up the front wheel of the express bus through the window five minutes between projects watching the pansies dancing clear night a fireworks flower opens against the full moon dry stream bed clouds drift above the train morning chill a spider's web gleams on the barbed wire Gandhi's birthday constantly relighting candles during the peace March rain clouds a kingfisher watches the busy traffic cloudburst two men in the doorway chat about war hot night the moon nearly full the mosquitoes too monotonous rain frogs singing in many voices monsoon clouds a solitary bright red kite hilltop the clouds rising to my feet desert wind even the stones in unfamiliar colors windy a floating leaf turns butterfly sultry afternoon iridiscent fly gleams green or maybe blue along the pavement snatches of the same song from different radios sunrise a ray of light hits my bathroom mirror Winter sunset the whistle of a Florida bound train skyline fog all these CEO's don't look out the window any way after the rain stops the skyline lights glitter Autumn New York State green apples flood the market overcast Autumn a teacher asks her kids to draw a rainbow morning blue sky the windows of a hot yoga class fog out the mixed calls of courting birds scent of damp earth First Day of Autumn a soccer referee pulls out his yellow card late night as city lights dim out August full moon August blue sky a window washer runs out of soap Ramadan starts tomorrow Moslems will fast from dawn to dusk July morning the smell of coffee from an abandoned building two men out on Mother's Day discuss Freud's Oedipus Complex old laptop I back up my data to the cloud afternoon fog the day's news in HD a parked car has its windows steamed a rainy beach day next to the sunflowers pumpkins are on sale she tucks the sonogram photo back in her wallet spring sun after the hurricane the skyline lights burn bright sunset the clean up after a hurricane pigeons are flying again Irene downgraded to tropical storm a hurricane the flies think my kitchen is a storm shelter August Friday happy hour the bartenders have time to listen evening fog the steam room is empty the debt ceiling will rise clouds break for the sunset evening fog the sound of a sax player Summer blue sky a teakettle whistles blue clouds at sunset an American flag is lowered for the night biting cold frost on the nail heads of the old fence Summer strawberries they always remind me of soul kissing July I skip the sunset and wait for the fireflies this morning thunder and lightening- tomorrow's night: July Fourth IN GOD WE TRUST an immigrant looks at a dollar bill first time July sunset the redness of people coming back from the beach June as the sun sets the ac gets cooler Juin comme le soleil se couche l'airco devient plus froid Manhattan afternoon haze gay people no more have to hide afternoon fog Jimi Hendrix sings dense fog a math teacher re-explains how to clear parentheses Summer a fly informs me of dirt places in my kitchen winter solstice the fog lifts from a tree filled with ravens sunrise the granite of the skyline lightens up lever de soleil le granit de la ligne des gratte-ciels s'allume morning blue sky a baker cleans his oven ciel bleu du matin un boulanger nettoye son four Sunday morning two dogs sniff each other while their owners chat Dimanche matin deux chiens se sniffent alors que leurs maîtres parlent crescent moon some one took a bite of the Big Apple morning haze I finally adjust the tv picture brume du matin j'ajuste enfin l'image TV workers on scaffolds paint a building second day of a heat wave the heat wave thunder and lightening: I go take a shower Saturday night fog only when they talk I notice brouillard du samedi soir c'est seulement lorsqu'ils parlent que je les remarque East River nice June day a bank rat comes out to look around beau jour de juin sur East River un rat de banque sort pour faire un tour a foggy day she buys yellow daffodils on her way home september morning - fresh flowers on the roadside shrine closing time an expensive fingernail on the mall floor steady Spring drizzle a couple stop to kiss evening fog a gift shop has a poster of the Empire State Building morning blue sky a bakery runs out of croissants Saturday night fog the bars also dim their lights morning fog a man disappears behind the Times front page evening fog nothing but the lights of Queensborough bridge May dawn it's the same fog as yesterday's dusk Kentucky Derby the kids in bars are too busy for a horse race Friday the Thirteenth my train arrives on time morning Spring drizzle a long line at the bathroom Friday the 13th a bit of volcanic ash in the winter fog afternoon haze the park chess players need more time a Spring cloudless sunset the barmaid buttons up her blouse stock market closed a trader invests in the afterlife Good Friday fog and rain I pass a closed nudists club evening fog only the sound of high heels registers morning dense fog my neighbor forgets her curtains open year's first hot day East River lovers smooch in their cars morning fog a driver stops to ask where is Manhattan nice Spring day kids draw in colored chalk on the sidewalk the sun shines into my kitchen as it sets the smell of baked sugar sunrise a view of the sky through a worm-eaten leaf Saturday night wedding the bride is a man fog over the skyline I steam up my windows cooking pasta Libya only ones with money play others die rebels retake Ajdabiya finally the no-fly-zone gets teeth fog at happy hour the bartender forgets my tequila sunrise sunny Spring day old graffiti catches the eye blue sky a man climbs the fire escape stairs to the roof Spring fever a cobra escapes from the Bronx Zoo afternoon fog the cat watches TV instead of the window crescent moon over the skyline she shows lots of cleavage Indian Summer ducks make their way from shade to shade Japan's power plant radiation the wind will decide who dies cloudy at sunset black and white graffiti shows more leg a rain storm ends the graffiti looks dirtier than before sunset the Empire State Building is lit in red and yellow Saturday night fog so many girls here have a hoarse voice sunset her gray sweater lifts to show her navel her eyes a hesitant dog leads a woman into a subway car I put out the night garbage a Wolf Moon fresh snow on the roofs the old graffiti looks dirtier Saturday night talk of the recent snow storms is a good ice breaker afternoon heat bird song fades as I enter the tunnel 1-1-11 I am still single 1 11 11 too many smoking chimneys morning cloudy sky she comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel crescent moon she paints only the tips of her finger nails the noise of a garbage truck wakes me up December harvest moon Christmas Day nears the shopping bags get smaller candle light at sunset Hanukkah starts a crack in dark clouds a kid works out Rubik Cube as he walks blue sky the wind disperses the scrips of a stocks broker December cold night the sole sign of life is the smell of cars exhausts summer solstice a flock of sandpiper splits and splits again evening fog a Salvation Army soldier rings his bell louder sunrise a yogi does the Cobra evening fog the cat comes back with an appetite morning fog the dry cleaner says he can't find my coat evening fog some one behind me speaks in Cockney Daylight Saving Time starts the cat still awakes when it's hungry crescent moon at sunset she hesitates then kisses me as she sits at the bar her jeans slide a half moon evening fog the cars parked on the beach have their windows fogged out East Side skyline the UN building looks more like a hospital the old log moss grows around an obscene word dark clouds move in between skyscrapers the Dow goes down East River warm Autumn day a red oil tanker zigzags Summer barber shop sudden silence as a blonde bombshell comes in Summer sunset she ties her bikini top before she gets up flea market shopping you may have to pay in blood the bedbugs scare sunset as the train starts to enter the tunnel East River night cool September wind lovers stay in their cars late August garbage bags a jasmine tree near by August blue sky the smell of sunscreen in the subway morning haze a beach beauty goes topless first roses just enough heat to settle the mosquitoes Hiroshima Day a Japanese ballerina dances on pointe Summer park every one is busy viewing their phone screens July sunset after a hot day the watermelon tastes cool sunrise my neighbor in her underwear July's last day no more dirty jokes the new barber is a woman July early morning a jogger carries two bottles of water morning fog Citibank building loses the other half of its top Summer hot day the sound of some one playing the flute afternoon walk the buzz of air conditioners and flies dark bar old man younger woman and a condom machine mid-day heat my eyes follow the swallow's flight June swings from warm to cold I recall my ex mother in law sunset an ice cream vendor forgets to put a cherry on top blue sky a woman wearing a burka looks up Madison Square Park nice Spring day no stock brokers dangerous intersection always fresh flowers on one way sign pole sunrise a yogi faces the wrong direction Gulf oil spill reaches the wet lands bird songs black out Saturday night fog too many women wear pants cocktail lounge the more we order the more the waitress leans forward April sunset from the patio of a foreclosed house for sale whale watching a distant cloud rains into the sea first day of Spring two sweethearts kiss under a leafless tree she closes her bathroom curtains a setting full moon March warms up the barmaid opens another button on her skirt morning snow I tell my barber do something about my gray hairs morning fog the subway is full of steaming spirits Superbowl Sunday no smell of cooking blizzard the bars are crowded but the subway is empty the cat starts to have an attitude the year of the tiger Martin Luther King Day Obama is busy at work I turn off my cell crescent moon over the skyline night fishing - my rod-tip brushes the milky way morning haze a mosquito above the pond ice as the train passes graffiti murals sunset paints the sky red as I pass her boyfriend's house a full moon Winter's chill the new year a homeless man has a new sign an old woman asks for directions to a bar Winter Claude Levi Strauss dies a florist has wild forget-me-nots October dead leaves a witch passes me hat less Columbus Day the UPS guy knocks on the wrong door morning train everyone is on the same page September Eleven morning in a coffee shop the silence August heat an ice cream truck ran out of gas a soda can shot full of holes spring sun blue sky August dust on the radiator morning haze I postpone cleaning my windows morning fog a street artist draws with charcoal blue sky the smell of suntan lotion Hiroshima Day the reason why we must keep talking an octopus spills its ink clouds at sunset dense fog a nudist beach empties up Sunday blue sky a kid comes out of confession starless night a fisherman talks to himself morning fog a beggar wears an orange coat Easter morning I head out into trackless snow blue sky I order my eggs sunny side up eclipse of the sun monks in orange pray hot July night my neighbor opens her curtains morning fog graffiti artists are busy working Summer moonless night in the light of fireflies we kiss a beach downpour they come out of the ocean into a shower late night on the beach the only light on is that of the lighthouse beautiful weather on July Fourth in God we trust Central Park green house gases a carriage horse shits as he passes me cool July day the ice cream man goes for a coffee break first pussy willows the sound of a woodpecker shifts again late June crowded subway but no one has a sun tan Saturday night rain a couple eye the lobsters in a water tank June sunset when we wake up how many died in Iran? lunch hour a long line of women at the ice cream cart Upper East Side their graffiti is cooler June morning a line of ants at the subway entrance the recession more nude entertainment bars open a June downpour takes a break I go out to buy more water morning fog too much steamed milk in my espresso morning fog a garbage truck makes no noise home sick just the sound of icicles dripping New York opposite a church a mosque both have their doors open morning fog she wears sunglasses in the subway Hudson River cool breeze so many men go topless late night she shows me her garden I taste her tomatoes blue sky as if last night fireworks never happened kids fight a gun battle in the swimming pool Memorial Day ozone level too high a woman wears nothing under her skirt sunset the sound of people singing as I pass a church East River green waters a friend gives me a sip of his absinthe dense fog a blind man crosses the street alone spring frost a tower light pierces the sunset Friday afternoon downpour a beer truck stops to unload rainy May Sunday at a bus stop an empty can of beer morning mist she takes off her eyeglasses to see me better cold rainy day Cherry blossom petals carpet the sidewalk still no sunshine I eat an orange the sound of women chuchotant - moonless night morning fog more talk about more pictures of detainees' torture afternoon dense fog the barmaid gives me another for the road over night trash the smell of acetone breath April warms up the cat has a new friend spring in the air my walking stick pierces crusted snow Sunday morning haze she wants her coffee spiced Spring in the park two homeless men play poker for empty cans Obama's news conference I turn off Mozart Spring drizzle a newly homeless man views an abandoned house Sunday morning blue sky I need more Alka-Seltzer rainy day I bet the barmaid I can guess her age a little girl blows bubble gum cherry trees blossom a sign on the door our sun tanning machines are solar lonely Spring Saturday I look at the graffiti for a haiku Spring drizzle the sound of high heels behind me a fly beats against the window melting snow clear day I view Citibank skyscraper but where is the aura waiting for a blizzard to come the bar tender ran out of white rum she puts the pads in her bra a half moon East River nice day a used condom on a pile of dirty snow morning fog the new graffiti is minimal late night drizzle she carries her belongings in a kids cart the night watchman almost closes his eyes waning crescent windy night a smoker finds shelter behind a garbage truck it starts to snow the cat wants the milk warmed blue sky dew drops on the cover of the garbage can subzero a moth flies towards the moonlit door blue sky a banker smokes a US made cigar a cockroach climbs the wall Charles Darwin is today two hundred January warms up my neighbor walks in her underwear sunset as I walk on thin ice I remember her dawn a Christmas tree sticks out of the garbage the recession my neighbor puts another lock on his door cloudy January a white plastic bag on a leafless tree chilly night I ask if I can sleep with her sunset I turn off the Christmas lights snow in the forecast my neighbor's husky wags his tail year's end a few tentative steps on the river ice fresh snow the graffiti looks dirtier dawn last year dust on the Christmas ornaments first snow bride walks out of a church back home I wipe her lipstick off my cheek a half moon cold morning a cockroach warms up under my coffee cup first frost I feed the aquarium fish dawn a drunk pisses on today's newspaper gas station a GM car needs a push late November farm a turkey looks well fed her winter night gown suddenly opens crescent moon midwinter dusk - oak branches fracture the western sky dawn the maple's colors spread through the fog Saturday night she wears her red high heels Christmas nears the recession the sun sets behind Citibank skyscraper my watch stopped I ask a beggar what time it is morning haze Wall Street has disappeared Thanksgiving day walking past empty houses Sunday morning fog my neighbor's wife is naked Saturday night a carriage horse flirts with another dawn waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel Armistice Day I buy more Euros the crunch of Autumn leaves as I pass a dentures shop a new day the priest's robes fill with snow November drizzle I turn off the Zen music daylight saving time ends the cat wakes me an hour early black cat tries to open a garbage bag moonless night cold morning the bus has no heat she knits a sweater late October wind her blond hair flies along with the leaves vent de fin octobre ses cheveux blonds volent parmi les feuilles October night who cares how stocks did crescent moon windy night a witch walks home Halloween nears as I walk on wet Autumn leaves a poster of McCain blue sky no liquidity at the banks clear October night the smell of cinnamon overnight rain the scent of orange blossoms in a desert town very dry night a half moon hardly moving Autumn courtyard as leaves fall algae grows September sunset a dead leaf at my feet blue sky I listen to her tell me a lie I rush to buy her birthday present crescent moon Autumn downpour I stand under the canopy of a house for sale evening fog I watch my neighbor smoke his waterpipe blue sky changes to grey Paul Newman dies Madison Square Park why are bankers looking down September Eleven I remember to fix lock of my backdoor polished oak the freesia's shadow ends in coffee foam a long weekend I ran out of chocolate blue sky no milk left for the kittens hot August night she stands staring out of her window dawn the smell of watermelon from last night garbage early morning a yogi pisses in a drinking glass dawn a Coca- Cola sign turns off August blue sky a Chinese dragon fuming Summer thunderstorms a surfer puts his board on his head my train is late I watch a cockroach going home dawn a line waits outside the dialysis center scattered sun one chickadee louder than the rest morning smell coffee from house of difficult neighbor Summer haze she wears a beige bikini morning haze she asks who picked our lilacs Summer crowded subway the smell of sardines she wears tight blue jeans and hijab July Fourth July Fourth fireworks I stand next to an Iraqi refugee sunrise a black woman in purple dress glares at me a man at the beach yells I need oil to drive home late June sunset sunrise heavy dust on my copy of Paradise Lost June rain stopped a drunk waters some more the lilacs morning delivery snow comes in with the FedEx man morning haze an exhibitionist keeps the curtains closed sudden Spring showers her mascara runs tough bar she just returned from Iraq low tide she's on seaweed diet Memorial Day waiting for George Bush to leave office Spring warms up tattoos not just on the arms hearing the call for prayer as I pass a mosque Spring sunset wind swept cold rain truck makes stops to deliver bottled water her blond hair shines over her business suit full moon at dusk the price of rice goes up I start hoarding sake dog days the hill carried away a truck at a time foggy morning she wipes the dust off her portrait blue sky my neighbor tells another big fish story Tax Day the sun shines on a house for sale blue sky her windows are all fogged up new driver my bus arrives on time foggy day the rest of this is at present not available sunny Spring day at the corner store firemen buy charcoal dawn a pile of black trash bags wait for pick up Spring first day she wears no bra full moon the barmaid kisses me on the cheek lingering day I study the moss in a park bench snow at dawn no more milk windy day the mailman arrives early holding the binoculars in her handsshe has more rings than Saturn rainy night the clicks of high heels behind me for the new year a temple nun washes Buddha a construction site on a Winter day got sand in my shoes alone on a pier he plays the trombone Winter sunset blue sky white lilies stick out of a garbage bag sunrise new graffiti in black and white new year's day there is rice on the sidewalk sunset the day's heat still in the car blue sky who cares how white her satin dress is strong wind an inflatable Santa decides to fly back north Thai restaurant Christmas songs only in the kitchen gloomy day the Christmas lights shine brighter morning fog the graffiti looks subtle walking in first snow storm no one in a hurry Christmas shopping I forgot her present size wrong address the doorman wears a diamond earing waiting for dawn I put milk in my coffee she has a twinkle in her eyes I order more oysters end of the drought a mushroom tilts under the spruce morning haze I watch high definition TV Thanksgiving Day a rat awaits arrival of the garbage Black Friday starts at midnight a long line to buy bagels Thanksgiving leftovers a harvest moon wrapped with clouds geometry lesson day moon next to a contrail Madison Square Park cold wind makes it harder to day dream putting diamonds on the heads of rusty nails first frost Veterans Day smart people start wars late October warmth a witch smiles at me dark clouds at sunset my neighbor lights up his pumpkin autumn lake - half-hidden by drifting leaves a carp's bronzen flanks slow boats the wind pushes a butterfly out to sea the flu shot my last time mother held my hand Indian reservation too few home owners for a subprime crisis sunset a balloon moves up till it disappears crowded subway he gives his girl friend a long kiss overcast sky he hands out fliers for a tanning salon morning stillness the cat watches a butterfly October sunset have to go to the kitchen window to view it sudden October downpour her cigarette got wet blue sky my neighbor left his garage door open October cold wind her yellow skirt rises deepening dusk a fish leaps between grebes going out she hides her wedding band crescent moon duskcrescent moon amongst dark clouds I light more candles a bride walks up the steps of a church September blue sky morning haze her bubble bath is ready Madison square Park I watch the moon through an American Elm dry late September day the sun shines on her freckles the UN General Assembly meets all the doves left town blue sky outside a clinic a nurse takes a smoke break Labor Day a migrant worker sells American flags hot afternoon she's lost in her book I in her décolleté cloud shadows and eagle picks over what the tide left hot September day homeless man stands by ice cream truck a street artist soon finished the skyline September fog cutting up red pepper for the salad a drop of blood she ties her grey hair in a bun August blue sky cold in August a pigeon retracts its neck eating chicken the wish-bone so small I wish better weather the remnants of a hurricane arrive and his mother-in-law arguing with my neighbor across the fence a sparrow changes sides happy hour she tells the bartender she lost her wedding ring dark August clouds looking up Hiroshima on the map ebb tide a photo of a missing girl flutters in the breeze morning fog listening to minimalist music Madison Square Park live folk music no one wears red suspenders Summer haze the nude beach is empty July dawn the pier is littered with beer bottles old couple view a distant lighthouse July moonless night Fourth of July another day at Guantanamo Bay Independence Day an illegal immigrant serves me a meal the long days of Summer I start reading Marcel Proust again hot day she writes a haiku in minimal clothes cool breeze the cicadas sing louder first raindrops frog bones in the middle of the path Summer Solstice an air conditioner drips on my neck end of the month no bread left over to feed the sparrows Summer carnival a flat chested woman enters the wrong rest room grey day the mailman passes me with no "have a nice day" Summer a tree's luscious green covers the walk signal late night fireflies rise up in the cemetery brilliant blue sky I finally washed my windows overcast morning the smell of steaming rice Summer hurricane season started my neighbor buys a hybrid car a cool breeze finally she says something untrodden snow my breath clouds the way into the trees an ice cream truck stands on Fifth Avenue it tastes the same listening to a sermon on Saturday night no mention of hell the UN tower all the windows have the same color Memorial Day starts Iraq's scorching Summer morning haze she's still wearing her chiffon nightgown a baby fly has not found yet the kitchenSpring a bright Spring day some graffiti looks bigger than before Spring dark clouds my barber asks if I want all the grey out warm Spring night her cleavage glistens under a crescent moon blue sky a cleaning lady takes the morning train home crescent moon I follow the trail of a dragged Christmas tree sunrise the purple buds in her flat garden cold and dark Spring day a dead squirrel in a tree pit morning rush the usual black knights downpours on Tax Day but for me no refunds heavy Spring rain in a bar the beer runs like rivers morning rain umbrellas go to work wearing a white mask because of the pollution a day moon Good Friday my neighbor prays in a mosque gloomy day a blind man passes a blooming cherry tree warm Spring night a setting moon takes its time night of meteors the first Christmas lights go up on the block all the snow melted she wears her angora sweater early March new graffiti shaped like a tulip a silent movie the audience keeps on talking morning rush light at the end of the tunnel foggy day I visit the Turkish baths a hawk flies high traffic crawls on the highway the Ides of March a cat has passed nine dogs morning stillness a crow finally flies away Fat Tuesday an ice cream truck parks on melting snow Ash Wednesday no line at the halal food cart approaching winter I leave the seashell at the bottom of my purse she speaks English with a Provence accent I order a glass of rosé on a fire hydrant I tie my shoesbehind me a dog waits its turn winter morning too many men wearing grey suits cold nightI pass the statue of a man wearing a winter coat February First a sun ray dances on her cell phone extreme cold weather the stars shine more brightly very cold day a stuffed bear stays under the bed covers the price of tortillas goes up let them eat ethanol soft spoken her jewelry and music are heavy metal blizzard too much powdered sugar even for Valentine Day the empty bench spilled coffee turned to ice gloomy afternoon a red haired woman smiles at me snacking on blue corn chips moonless night at a general statue a dog salutes by raising its leg cold Saturday night the barmaid puts sake in my green tea beautiful winter dawn I ran out of Jasmine tea strange faces are out this saturday night the moon early morning last night stardust is on the lilacs morning haze I keep recounting how many Santas morning commute the silence of end of the year stress overcast morning not enough sugar in the rice pudding autumn chill - struggling to remember my father's voice working Saturday the small shadows of pigeons in the fog morning rush a blonde with no lipstick Autumn sunset a birthday balloon rises Fifth Avenue station the sound of hoofs on the pavement grey morning I check out a new tanning salon a bartender needs more olives the bridge lights turn on a dog patiently waits for his plate Thanksgiving Day Black Friday so many turkeys at the sales the harvest is over I hang the sickle crescent moon Autumn morning neighborhood graffiti has changed colors hell a homeless man wears a new garbage bag the puddled field blades of grass pierce a cloud overcast day I look at old pictures in black and white my morning train delayeda seagull flies above the tracks Autumn night a homeless man has a pumpkin she wears a purple blouse at sunset I order espresso October last Sunday lost an hour resetting an old clock wave-sound the smooth stone fits my hand half-dark sky a slow roll of thunder joins the cicada drifting jet trails half a haiku searches for enlightenment lee of the storm the jagged edges of the new pothole flash of lightning the salesman's oily manner slips morning haze ice drifts around the river stones bleached driftwood the sand on the floor migrates to the dustpan deep fog i wish i had another cup of tea blurry stars the jasmine bloom fills the air lupine pools another memory stirs my nostalgia globe lilies an empty place at the supper table heat wave the cat opens one eye halfway early stars the weed-choked path to the compost haiku potato chips nobody can write just one new leaves the same old face in the mirror fine gray rain a flashmob of santas in union square berry stains along the sidewalk hint of frost hurried steps my frosty breath rises towards the half moon undecided voter half a moon hangs in the noon sky autumn chill the blind poodle caught in the phone cord again chemo drip i wish i could give you the moon instead waning moon the cricket behind the fridge starts singing autumn chill her long fingernails drum with the rain farmer's market checking out the guy checking me out neglected garden the sweet peas stage a riot leafless maple she fingers the wool of his last chemo cap black lace and moonlight her underthings draped over the chair a bright morning the mud pulls away from a frosty stone empty bottle we start singing another old tune fresh peaches the wet print of your body on the pool deck night on the town the scent of mackerel on the fog indian summer an unsealed letter on the table flute song the faint scent of the easter lily april stars two brass buttons on the nightstand lunch break the scent of apple blossoms in the sunshine nightfall shooting stars on the power lines mixed rain and sleet the hothouse rose drops another petal distant siren the hurricane lantern swings on its hook walking meditation I pass through a cloud of breath fine rain a faded plastic flower on the window october clouds grease stains in relief on the highway indian summer the ceiling fan creaks on startup cold snap the refrigerator freezes the lettuce november sunshine the taste of lemon pepper on my lips gray thanksgiving an outburst of laughter from the kitchen winter twilight the warmth of his back against mine summer stars my husband starts snoring again chemo drip i wish i could give you the moon instead evening the scent of water on asphalt new coolness a train's light moves along the mountainside day is done poppies amidst the dying grass day moon cottonwoods shimmer in the breeze distant thunder another iris opens its petals prayer group eight candle flames flicker with our breath stone fountain rust stains in the empty bowl hiroshima day the first meteors fall silently spent dandelions a weather-beaten lawn chair on the bare patch unknown soldier a fallen comrade carried by two ants tall grass an old DeSoto beyond the old Dodge somber skies drifts of dead fir needles on the road wispy clouds the last blossom hangs on the fireweed erosion a flattened possom in the road mosquitoes rise the damp scent of clean clothes on the line hot and humid the tea kettle dribbles onto the counter first light cherry leaves heavy with rain ethnic cleansing the colored woman scrubs the white toilet evening prayer hailstones rattle the windows piano recital a steady drone from the coke machine sudden hail the child's marble bag bursts as he runs indoors distant thunder the sharpness in her voice after my comment blind curve dogwood flowers unfold in the rain new coolness a pool at the center of the lupine leaves new book the hands of the clock move faster march warmth the taste of curry on his lips false spring the minty freshness of his kiss popping gum the vacant look in her eyes wind and rain wisteria blooms entwine the barbed wire fence sensuous lips the young man tells me about his fresh fruit sudden chill my aunt corrects the children's manners winter's end another bite of green curry spring gale raindrops on the raw wood of the new fence tart raspberries evening comes earlier and earlier sirens the wind pushes a butterfly to the ground half-light the cat turns and washes one paw armistice day a rainbow of wool drying on the clothesline summer love a faded red t-shirt rots in the gutter september grasses the rumble of a distant trash cart lofty thoughts the crowns of the redwoods lost in the clouds dry haystack the muffled sound of rain morning tai chi my form wavers with the barking dogs leftover meatloaf we have an argument about his ex-wife midsummer stars the cry of a loon shatters the darkness railroad tracks summer shadows fade into twilight september rays - my son's shadow lengthens noon glare the wind blows sand out to sea summer evening crescents of cantaloupe on a blue plate fresh tea the warmth of his lips on mine high summer a cloud of flies over the road kill neglected garden the sweet peas stage a riot prayers for a dying friend azaleas in bloom tax morning my undrunk tea cold in the cup samhain night another wreath goes up in smoke moving day a wet maple leaf sticks to the mattress drought's end she scribbles haiku on the back of her grocery list chocolate santas do you bite the head off or nibble the toes? dog days driving to the lake to watch the icebergs drift california dreaming a white christmas inside the snow globe church bells she leaves her good intentions in her hymnal grandpa in his coffin she sings a lullaby before they close the lid no moon the hiss of the ocean against the cliff half-mast september sunshine streams through green maple leaves october haze a frayed american flag on the new pickup turning leaves red, white and blue bunting covers the mailbox retirement community speed bumps in the cul-de-sac woodland graffiti a fallen branch carved by bark beetles all souls day the scent of smoke lingers in my hair after the rain a frog-shaped shadow wavers in the puddle slow river a wave of cirrus clouds breaks across the sky summer fog layers of color in the sand fog lifting the bean vines climb a little higher afternoon nap the hippopotamus opens its nostrils fourth of july a mosquito waves its striped leg slug trail the truck dumps asphalt in the paver finished compost the vegetable garden feasts on chocolate cake full summer yellow leaves among the green in the laurel farmer's market checking out the guy checking me out four am the silence between tick and tock hugs the spider on my old friend's arm temper tantrum the ring of the axe blade on redwood same old moon the blur of insects against the stars hot morning a bright red poppy buzzes with seven bees brake lights on the beach freeway heat rise scent of autumn the first bite of an apple crunchy and sweet october wind the baby drops the leaf again back porch campout the tall trees darker than the summer sky almost dusk the quarrel of children in the treehouse empty teacup the laundry basket overflows open suitcase she reads the oncology report backwards spray painted log I try not to sit on the word f*** tilted fence layers of shadows on the ivy autumn twilight an algebra book open on the couch sleepless night a new tooth in the baby's smile twilight pools of lupine in the deep meadow grass high bridge the soundless splashes of dropped stones shaking out crumbs the smell of rain on asphalt fourth of july a cottonwood blizzards on the picnic spent tea leaves the scent of almonds and cinnamon black lace and moonlight her underthings draped over the chair rainy day precipitation in the baby's nappy a few yellow leaves the construction site grows towards my favorite tree coming home piles of laundry on the floor light and dark morning tai chi a breeze stirs the spent petals of the cherry blossoms cloudburst an apple tree rains petals on the asphalt haiku attentive to this moment i smile wet starless night a smiling moon shines on her umbrella. autumn chill a faint rainbow in the shower flute song the faint scent of the easter lily nightfall shooting stars on the power lines endless summer another beach boys tune on the oldies station labor day another company cuts health benefits week of rain the insect's trail on the flattened leaf distant hawk a gust of cherry petals crosses the lawn day is done poppies amidst the dying grass celtic harp the first raindrops touch my cheeks desire the honey inside me february 15th a broken heart in the cookie box lost friendship a stray wisp of fog clings to the canyon open suitcase she reads the oncology report backwards contact lenses the pines on that hill clear for the first time birdsong the rush of the river over stones spring afternoon the leaf shadow spreads on the pond a winged ant crawls on hot asphalt end of summer morning tai chi a breeze stirs the spent petals of the cherry blossoms final phase the bedside nurse reads a fairy tale. heaviness July a homeless fans with cardboard unmade bed a smile on the edge the empty flute minus forty-six steam from the coffee warms my nose equinox all the colors of autumn in the sky Winter solstice tangerine essence in my bath water anonymous room shadow splashing gray the unnamed woman Honey and coffee bodied smell permeating the crumpled sheets Waves on the beach noise rollers rolling under our embrace discount store the unfinished tattoo on the cashier's arm Work in the garden hot sweat smell and oregano autumn's end the air smells different candlelight bath the steam rises from my toes Now the shore is grey and the wind is sharp with rain. Some day we'll sit close on these white rocks, talking of nothing in particular. in a shoebox all the candles of uncelebrated birthdays breezy afternoon running my hands across the cool sheets moonlit night across the meadow my shadow grows summer dust a caterpillar under the whale bone arch after the storm puddles of water with rainbows alone in the tea house rainy night black ice covers the street uprooted tree a butterfly hovers above me friend's funeral sad words and tears in my teacup rainstorm moldy odors in the nursing home dying elders mason jar full of dead fireflies dark night lost in her mind fields of white daisies and summer only two pinecones on the park bench Valentine's day Still under white sheet his body four hours later- Rain beats on pavement. giorni più brevi nella cesta dei cachi un grillo morto Sunday best his overalls washed and ironed a white night salmon bones curled against a log cool night air city noises fade away memories cool night air folding chair meditations market day hot tired shoppers wait for the free bus call to prayer roosters too fresh morning air dog barks somebody starts their car summer's morning light memorial day weekend watering plants remembering deer carcass alongside the highway silently accepts the rainstorm is spring coming bombs raining down on tripoli on aljazeera winter session in the kitchen my cracked teacup after winter sesshin sharing tea silence scent of new leaves a caterpillar swings in a shaft of light winter's cold dreaming of my ex-wife the sulphuric scent of winter coal out for a walk sometimes sunny sundays in november are unfair sunny sunday in november half assembled shelves wait in the kitchen sunday in autumn neighbor needs money for her cancer meds november email remembering sycamores outside the window october over listening to heavy rain call to prayer heavy steady rain back pain skipped friday prayer heavy steady rain through windows through wet trees the lake in the rain passover moon through the bare branches half-frog pose I lie and listen to the rain The Holy Land no heat no food no water craters new fire old coals in the old stove new year rainstorm guests huddle with candles waiting for dinner after an hour of rain the crickets all seem happy kumquats with Russian tea then slowly I undress Ellen in the hyacinth garden I sneak a kiss between Jimmy's lips September 11th steady slow soft rain full moon full ripe figs end of summer solstice after the last match the last call to prayer spring full moon new roses spring currents the first gulls picking bones at anchor tankers wide blue sea white sky all night long on the veranda drinking tea and talking about God and our new parrot picking flowers an explosion of color crosses the minefield a thousand prayers from valley folds and mountains paper cranes Spring rain- I sit looking out the window cold nose burrow of warm flannel - morning light cherry trees fifty shades of pink one small step... I trace my toe in sand dream of lunar dust Mother's Day the smell of roses near a grave. winter twilight - she studies the face in her mirror a hawk searches the dry grass sundogs just one more page before I sleep... endless rain winter rain... she places his flowers in the second-best vase fading light - a red leaf bouquet at the smallest grave spring rain - as the doctor speaks i think of lilacs false dawn sometimes i still think of home first frost - a twirl of yellow leaves as the bus passes plasma tv - in high resolution the homeless man's face sparrow song two ladies on the verandah just before the rain summer wind the blue jay's reflection in the birdbath Right, left The flash of the float plane's light Rain on the forest the courtship songs of so many birds wind through my shirt the crunch of the first leaf a sweet sigh the sound of the first fallen leaf this Autumn day 2 am rain and wind on the island another insomnia night Soft rain her thoughts of lost love intrude into her day He looks at her underlying chill in the air smell of rain Another day without him she misses all the little things still, the sun shines 3 am a scycle moon thoughts of him crowd my brain and takes my sleep cancer clinic visit day breaking from the night a seaplane is waiting feelings of joy float in and out red seaweed Counting the shades of grey in the sea and in his hair Comptant les teintes de gris de la mer et de ses cheveux scent of rain a whale-shaped cloud hangs over the bay On the pillow his bouquet of wild flowers this last day of Spring Dusting off the ancestors and stirring up memories Spring cleaning Another day of rain her tears fall also which is which waiting for the sun the clouds hide his face first cup of coffee awake at 3 am she drags her kimono from room to room Cancer clinic visit a bald woman passes by with a smile a milky sea mass of logs sit and rest as an eagle soars finally a day of sun here in the rain forest freckles on my face From the tidal pool Two crabs in an embrace Today's lunch Buddhist monks chat On the 49th day of the disaster Looking for lost souls lulled to sleep by gutter sounds spring dreaming Dawn The night separating from the day A bird's song On the table Apple blossom branches A new scent Forever waiting For the ring of the phone Watching the rain In the hospital Watching the clouds drift by Sharp needle in the hand Grey and rainy Going with my Mother To a senior's complex Soft rain My Mother and I look At retirement homes Rainy February day Cloud after cloud after cloud Pray for a clear day Chilly morning Memories of a love affair Floating in my mind Home again His scent lingers On her kimono Awoken at 4 am The honking of Canada geese Spring is here a cold morning goose honks echo off the pavement Snowballs her seasonal cookies eaten one by one Grey surrounds wind blows in from the window Advents candles blow out Winter solstice too many things to do this shortest of days On the island the first snowfall red gloves First mandarin sweet and sour taste scent of Christmas Side of the road flowers a deep shade of blue thoughts fly to you A wind up frog hops across the wooden floor thoughts of haiku On the weight scale too many extra pounds Autumn's abundance Summer's day the clink of ice cubes in my gin and tonic Crunch, crunch, crunch stepping on fallen acorns this Autumn day steamed milk snowmelt running from the coffee shop roof Rain clouds patches of blue in the sky first cup of coffee In the morning darkness coffee cup in hand missing the sunshine Fall morning fog resting on cedars cup of Kona Fall afternoon the boat on the river slow heart beating Hazy skies the cedars less dark this Summer day Crickets in the garden time passing me by Mother's ageing hands My son's birthday not sharing the cake chasing the seagull away cloudless night she looks into the mirror counting new wrinkles Cloudy sky the sun a bright red first cup of coffee (Rain filled morning i hold my face upward tears like rain conformation the steady drip...drip...drip...drip... of maple sap between the yoga and chi gung classes scent of burning sage Cool and cloudy day slowly the season changes mirrored in your eyes visit to the old villa the scent of lost money After the Solstice already feeling the touch of Winter The red breasted bird outside the cancer clinic Spring nest building now Dark spring morning busy conversation of birds awakens interest Morning sunshine bright chases all worry from cancer operation success Dancing in the yard rows of tidy daffodils oh so very yellow A float plane divides the Canada geese Summer stillness Summer solstice the smoke of bonfires hill after hill Spring cleaning today dead ladybug on the window memory of lost love dawn storm a bit of mountain ash stirred into the snow Cold sea and warm air merge fog horns scent of seaweed drifts into the cemetery i walk alone In the cemetary around his headstone first snowdrops a slow walk to the cemetery memory of blue irises Through the fog a few spots of red first Robins Old chestnut tree white candles sway Spring wind Ides of March her letter to him pain in his heart Lights of the ferry leave the island of cedars in deep dark shadow The full December moon he counts his birthdays snow on the temple The Advent wreath candles lighting the dim room his old eyes shinning horizonless sky-colored ice turns in the bay November morning counting the many shades of grey Chilly morning mountains topped with first snow warm coffee cup Snow covered temple lone woman in a red coat kneels to pray anyway Indian Summer his voice in the fall of the leaves Through the pulp mill smoke A long red line is showing Start of a sunrise The rushing river full of the Summer's rainfall The Budapest square Autumn leaves drift here and there on young protestors Dark August sky the moon an orange egg her shadow trailing Summer morning the sound of wind chimes on every balcony This Dark and grey day a soft rain falling down on the heat-dried roses sharp air the patch of blue changes shape Tonight on my deck setting sun the longest time bring memories back Rain-laden cedars my skin feels so moist today scent of yellow rose On this dark grey day my thoughts wander to a pair of blue irises A bone scan today on the way three birds on the rose scented old path Hovering grey sky a small crack in the thick clouds fishing boats come in Late night jazz the singer's voice sounds dark in the smoky cafe the voice of the singer looks black in the smoky cafe Five years of haiku in a large paper box on top, the cat The morning birds such a clear sweet sound making my bed A Rainy cool day promise of Kona coffee from Honolulu daylight moon the shadows of bubbles under the ice Belated and elated your gift of a blue candle for my birthday In the early morning down on the white beach a turtle without eyes Heavy March rain the Daffodils hang their heads my heavy thoughts Clear Spring night again i am thinking of you waiting for stars to fall Moon over cedars in the rainforest scent of you Cherry blossoms patients line up at the clinic sweet scent In the rainforst moss hung trees sound of silence I check the calendar to see if this is a special day International Women's Day Late Winter the yellow roses still out soft feel of snow In a vase twelve blue irises late winter storm fog patches a second little face in the sonogram March sunrise rays of red and gold through clouds a fishing boat returns Yellow Winter roses mist over the garden sound of fog horn At midnight the fog horn in the mist yellow roses What was a storm now lies wet and white on the ground Spring day cool and grey cup of tea Grey today the waves rush memories Spring morning your hand on my breast a bird Parting the fog blue nose of the ferry homeward bound Autumn sky many layers of clouds pile of leaves Autumn sky shades of pink and purple field of pumkins spin cycle snow flakes swirl outside the laundromat First day of autumn splash of a spawning salmon another cycle begins Last day of September bay and islands in fog aroma of coffee First day of October the morning sun in my eyes clank of the furnace A fine mist covers the tall cedars foggy glasses At breakfast after first sip of coffee i notice a rainbow Wild fires rage scent of cedar fills the air Over the bay August full moon rises as days shorten Reading a book a sudden brightness the full moon High winds trees down on power lines no morning coffee On a grey day a spot of colour his red hair lifting fog a few white feathers in the raven's breast In the room white lillies in the vase scent of pepper Federal Express reaches me through the fog plumeria lei Talking with you now this morning somehow scent of plumeria Red as the poppy maple leaves fall on the memorial Light-studded ferry passes in the starless night another week-end A tunnel of fog connects the two islands warmth of my duvet October morning a new pair of new wool socks on my very cold feet First day of Autumn even your touch feels somewhat cooler Last night of Summer the bright full moon of last night hidden by a cloud All my lights off to watch the rising of the Harvest moon bank thermometers the temperature changes all the way home The sunrise fresh salmon on ice so very pink Midnight and full moon my neighbour asks to borrow the vacum cleaner The blue iris colour changing hue soft Summer rain A sea change the weather turns cool hot rum and lemon At last some sunshine blue Pacifc this morning boiling tea water In this desert a memory of blue sea shells in the sand Autumn mist obscures the island in the distance she cleans her glasses In the forest patches of blue between the tall pines The tall pines etched against the sky late September Nun and monk watching the blue heron fishing in the bay subzero the icicles filled with moonlight Nun and monk read the book together in two tongues The curved cheek of the young monk sunlight on the bay rainy day in the rainforest drip, drip, drip the seasons change she buys new colour contacts winter night hot buttered rum fog on glasses grey sea and sky she dreams of blue irises after the party a lone woman drinks a birthday gift Wind howls and the cedars sway drunken sailors An ocean breeze flips through empty pages haijin's notebook long after the witching hour a candle flutters the wolf howl lingers fades into the night's eerie silence long cold snap the icicle begins to fork Pressed among pages of old dictionary a list of action verbs one hundred views of the sunrise - appartment block predawn a grey dove outside my window solstice a shaft of sunlight through rock rainburst thoughts of you fading straw hat - flowers fading under the sun New sheets. I remember your hands. shaking the stone from her shoe - a white opal swings from between her brown breasts summer butterfly a girl wearing a white dress in the morning breeze soft jazz candle light and lip gloss in the corner low clouds a gull circles above the police car light Earth Day... slowly the anesthetic takes effect August 6 my father does not say good morning cloudburst the last nail hammered in the rain autumn chill the mausoleum covered with sparrows autumn chill the chalkboard screeches at her touch signal station a woodpecker taps in the dusk snow flurries ::: a blue jay's feather clings to the yard snow glare onion bulbs sprouting from the bag geriatric ward the table groans when they fold it up sun dog so many names carved on the cliff snowy banks the drifting duck leans into a curve Easter an anxious mother calls in the wind breathless camellias falling one by one starless night Las Vegas spills over the desert fragile morning a blue psilocybin in the middle of the garden dusk the space between us filling with snow spring wind the magnolia sweeps the sky night shift he tree frogs sing a road through the forest a dark horse with a blue harness . winter solstice cold spring burnt waffles and raspberry jam mid-summer the nighthawk cries between Pittsburgh and heaven a long split in the black inky cap snow clouds on the roof late my brother hammers nails in the moon home for Christmas the fruitcake we always pretended to like autumn leaves my fear of falling cold moon the sound of my words in her eyes the heat... a silent fountain drenched in moonlight trick or treat I promise the vampire the dog won't bite fireworks over... the silence of the stars walking home after the rainbow a crescent moon Omaha Beach the sound of wave after wave Memorial Day old enough to remember a time between wars dusk a yellow leaf passes through the beaver dam monsoon season raindrops dot the dust Memorial Day we try to remember when the war began drifting from dream to dream hazy moon she tells me I missed a beautiful sunrise black no sugar children's voices who will tell the dandelion it's a weed her obituary... the things we did that summer a homeless man rises from the sidewalk Easter morning snowmelt... my neighbor and I forget we're not speaking brightening sky after the eclipse a skylark's song steady rain a little salt in my beer season's end the scent of fish drifts downstream crescent moon the new home still full of echoes first pussy willow I open my notebook of unfinished poems the curved back of a garden Buddha winter rain year's end the time it takes a contrail to dissolve deep in the woods leaves drifting over what used to be a wall autumn light nobody I know in the obits autumn leaves I follow their drift where the carpet is wearing thin autumn sunlight as old as I feel on a gray morning... autumn equinox evening calm her garden the color of moonlight new coolness a cloud passes through the mountain notch awake in the dark the darkness narrow path I make way for the butterfly coming home... the scent of the ocean before the sound Labor Day a fly buzzing around the leftovers poor neighborhood a dog barking at the end of a rope vacant lot hardly worth a haiku steady rain where the bookstore used to be class reunion an old friend's glance at my name tag Easter vigil candle flames tremble at our breath just passing through... a parking lot where I saw Gone with the Wind soft rain fishing line parts a cloud of gnats train window the landscape coming to a stop almost spring her pink scarf taken by the wind a furniture store where the church used to be vernal equinox midnight the silence beyond the streetlight waving goodnight after the party the chill the white coffin she was buried in this winter light first snow a walk through fallen leaves to my childhood harvest moon the things I have left undone harvest moon she tells him she's late downtown pointing the way with her cigarette evening light following the anchor line into the sea twelve years old learning to pronounce Hiroshima an infant asleep on her mother's lap... this heat the silence around our words... fireflies winter moon a tired old man in the mirror the laughter of children running uphill . . Gettysburg waiting up for their teenaged daughter... distant fireworks evening rain she lets down her hair at the end of a long afternoon my faded shadow awakened by moonlight an old regret only the wind off the ocean Omaha Beach how quickly the nights grow longer fireweed in bloom a few petals left by the sweeper... sunset clouds locked out I write a haiku about daffodils under a sky of no particular color dandelions another spring who will tell the dandelion it's a weed powdering the dog a child asks if fleas go to heaven Valentine's Day shaking the snow from the roses a toast to the departing year - snow turns to rain after a storm the absence of a tree waiting room the steady hum of the fish tank in the nursing home she talks about the brother no one talks about winter temptation in the seed catalogues perfect tomatoes the evening train almost empty sundogs the morning sun on grandma's grave first butterfly writer's block - staring out the window at snowflakes Easter Sunday the carefully trimmed beard of the young priest reading the tea leaves... the gray in her hair the doctor wants to take a closer look... coffee gone cold good news from the cardiologist autumn butterfly dusting the books I'll read when I have time winter solstice outside our bedroom window falling sleet dried leaves hurry down the path standard time sleeping late this autumn morning the bed half empty week of rain the henna tatoo fading fast crisp wind the taste of the apple just after picking it on the beach by the ancient city sand castle ruins rain mixed with snow spring equinox Valentine's Day we let the champagne go flat her head bent over tea leaves... how old she's grown long winter my wife slows her pace to mine undressing for bed I find a hole in my sock - the winter wind returning spring in the dawn light she looks like my first love morning prayer the patter of rain as I reach amen teenagers exchanging promises summer's end low tide a shorebird's call rises from the mud 75 today I walk through a puddle because I can her Alzheimer's a dragonfly goes... comes last of his line the year of his death still uncarved snow falling on the headstones... just and unjust wars petals in the wind my neighbors practice tai-chi in the parking lot first firefly... she asks me to repeat what I just said wrinkles in the bedsheet early dawn first light... after the car alarm birdsong second martini— I like the way she asks me if I twitter my first bite of persimmon— a trace of Shiki Sunday drive all the rain clouds toward home Holy Week she teaches her grandchild to light a candle another spring I revise my death poem winter break I hope I'll be home for the crocuses garden Buddha morning rain washes away the snow the age I used to call old... winter solstice quiet Sunday a winter fly too slow to kill old photo I recognize my father's silence hard times the car salesman's missing tooth starry night one firefly after another Assisi sunset pilgrims gather at a gift shop summer salad a nasturtium burns the tip of my tongue city sunset he buys her a rose red light the bus driver reads his horoscope flag pin in the salesman's lapel Memorial Day the soft patter of a computer keyboard midnight solitude main street a red pick-up cruises the spring rain traffic jam a flight of geese across the highway first light an unknown bird sings me awake spring equinox opening our fortune cookies darkened church she teaches her grandchild to light a candle Ash Wednesday this is the year he'll quit a spider web caught in my hand scent of rain thin crescent... I wonder what she meant by that packing up the creche one of the wise men is missing cold moon a carriage horse trots up Sixth cold moon the glitter of city lights in the river thin crescent she closes the curtains whistling kettle snowflakes in the wind cold rain lavender neon surrounds a sex shop window twentyfourseven an empty laundromat at dawn overtime... through an office window the harvest moon a night of fireflies and cricket song... the end of summer a damp evening each of us with our own cloud of gnats rain on the lake turning down the volume where do I put the accent Hiroshima brookside whales are roaring in a poem I read sudden shower cursing the umbrella he left at home outside the wall around the cemetery long grass mother's day something sexy for his wife war news I wash the ink from my fingers rainy night a light in the bookstore window wiping his eyes before the lights come up- sad movie winter sunset shadows of branches climb the fire escape wildfire haze between the icebergs the blue wind January walk Santa Claus and a flag in a neighbor's window my friend's ashes heavier than I expected winter wind home for a visit the sound of rain on the river low mass the old priest believes more than he remembers new year's party the divorced couple leaves together undulation of a faded flag autumn afternoon midwinter the coffee drinker sips tea morning rush reading Walden on the subway election day revising the poem one more time fog moving in another phone call unreturned dandelions I lose sight of the yellow butterfly summer rain my umbrella stays closed early summer old women in the shade of the bus shelter a boy and his dad playing catch out back... long shadows main street- ribbons that used to be yellow terminal... his favorite ice cream melts in the cup spring morning those young men have noticed what she's not wearing old western black hats white hats in shades of gray spring rain a man standing outside the bus shelter snowflakes a robin's flight from tree to tree serving coffee she asks if I take cream the curve of her wrist someone whistling Blue Moon at the falls the mist waiting for you at the sidewalk cafe half moon chemotherapy- she always liked the way I kissed her hair undulation of a faded flag- autumn afternoon streetlight my shadow growing fading rainy day they give me back my shoelaces storm clouds - the roofer talks about overtime nearly eighty - opening a jar of preserves long after the funeral service - the unspoken words dusk- an unfinished sweater on the rocking chair sleepless night - the whistle of a distant train going where? Minnesota cold even motorcycles hibernate lenghtening days a bird's shadow crosses the yellow wall last straw rejection the telemarketer tells me I'm too old a gloomy sunday I sip my wine and watch the rain once on such a day it was the time for love poetry meeting I try to read my haiku... a frog in my throat here and there breaking through the dusk's mist bright lights voices of loons cross the misted cove call and response A red berry falls Staining the snow A silent sunset. This dark night Only white spots move On the calico cat. spring thaw water from the fridge drips onto the floor Post Office stamped on the sidewalk pink blossoms wooden Buddha with a cracked head on display no buyers new moon lamplight fills the holes in a shot-out sign a new month - different seeds on the spaniel's ears ah these short nights hardly time to see seeds up last day of the year a leaf in the wind over a long stem a procession the funeral of thirty one December 2004 snowflake without a word, the woman gagged the printer spits Millennium phoenix another sheet blue iris she watches the needle penetrate his flesh hibiscus under the eaves frost burned petals the fish lazily surface in the pond nearby the sun on my teacup dream catcher the shifting colours of rain moss growing on the manhole cover winter rain wild wind on dry sedge what more on her mind? oak stump- i remember the hornets last summer apple core how to bottle memories though touch-less the intimate rustle of silk first dawn alone- the widow eats his half of the orange overcast an orange scarf flails on the clothesline lunar eclipse- his eyes on her frayed jeans front petal gust- the street flutist's scrambled notes blue dawn? the rain's last phrase on a glass pane red lobster- her prying glance through the mist news of his death I can't stop looking at the sickle moon mixing bowls- the shallow echoes of bells winter solstice the widow tightens her braids candle drippings on the epitaph- a broken word granite wall a cold touch so hard to resist mountain wind the echo of a cuckoo's cough louder overcast an orange scarf flails on the clothesline plop the sound of bubble from a carp pine strand flailing in night sky- the first low star twilight rain the blue heron mid-lake somehow smaller overcast an orange scarf flails on the clothesline daybreak - ice between the river stones opaque windows barring the dawn of the new year even seagulls imitate the stones first frost the sound of foam withdrawing from the shore our unsaid goodbyes winter trees waiting on the silence our breaths full moon he smoothens a wrinkle on her hand somehow our shrinking shadows touch harvest moon words we've left unsaid- Indian summer crocus buds secrets we've kept from each other cherry blossoms shedding in the moonlight the Milky Way winter sky the white cat's eyes bluer locking it - moonlight at the back of the mailbox the coming of summer- all the petals i brushed off my hair gray spring dawn- the shiver of daffodils in my bones this cold- Sakura cherry blossoms on my window this sunless spring day chickadees chatter on- my indecisions watching rain drum beat on window pane the deaf cat spring fever shoots among the lilies she can't name mirror- she sees her flaws in his eyes mirror her mother's lips pursing like hers between her and his goodbye- sudden hail from haiku scribblings to a prayer on a giant wave silence - the evening snow falls onto moss secrets burrowing in sand dunes a pale sunlight left out in the rain her old haiku on cherry blossoms late winter walk- soft rain on bare cherry trees harder on my thoughts in the mist waiting to meet you- budding crocus frosted dawn- his words hang over coffee deep winter nothing much to say even among crows on street - a shower of petals for no one first frost the last of the roses have lost their names girl in Sunday dress in her father's shadow lost too soon day after Christmas- crows waddling to bus stop no one awaits distant thunder- a caterpillar drops from a ragged leaf blizzard- the slanting lines, piercing lines our locked hands first frost the chapel two hours darker for vespers white sun burning through November sky her nth unanswered call turning one leaf at a time- entries for memorials autumn sunset breaches rain-swept horizon- as embers sizzle picking autumn leaves off the grass, her grave nothing but fine rain pomegranate seeds bursting in their hands 613 haiku on an evening trail of red dragonflies swarming in a pool, stars leaves crackling- in her grave tiny hands sweep leavings of sparrows swarm of tiny wings fades out in the autumn sky- unfinished journal first light the perfect symmetry of a moth white moonlight seeps into my sadness- into a mulch bed grey skies grey thoughts so clear as reflections on rain puddles maple twig turns lemon hue in the rain- i reply to summer mail folding beach mats the whiff of fresh grilled corn this chilly morning dawn by the river- we breach a wall of sand the cry of a loon crow browsing grass steps on camellia blossom- fractured silence cloudy day my thoughts stuck on a spider web concentration camp winter branches touch the statue's shoulders stripping off her sweatshirt sparks in the dark valentine's day only rain on the scarecrow noon the morning clouds roll from the valley aged painter trembling leaves from the tip of his brush tailgating trucker is that load bound for K-Mart worth more than my life? This road no one goes down it autumn evening Natural rhythms moons and tides supplanted by yellow red and green Seven miles per gallon Bush thanks you for supporting the Iraq war My Ford Explorer on a never-ending quest for a parking spot Cochrane Alberta Coyotes howling in the night Honking, geese at dawn Like Custer's bugler, you sound the charge. Remember the Little Big Horn. I-5 corridor Microsofties creep to work slowly, in nice cars If you really love America hang that flag on a bicycle invasive species my barber points out my first white hairs slowly... a loon preens in the mountains reflection Atlanta traffic easy to see why Sherman burned this city down a hundred streets named peachtree - no wonder sherman burned this city down I saw that finger! yes you in the Intrepid - we shall meet again he's a stop and go christopher columbus in your ford explorer brooklyn bridge walkway bombsquad found a stray backpack homeland traffic jam keep an eye open for food, gas and ten-year-old - an amber alert! the mailbox captive in snowdrift a letter from war late afternoon – a wind chime softly sings in snowy garden autumn bonfire – all my summer dreams scatter with the smoke growing darkness gleam of setting sun on Chinese Lantern waiting... dandelion fluff lands on the table the winter sun in the cancer ward - a quiet old couple old pond - another lily in bloom One just sits And blue dawn light floods his poor house. Soprano, clear and cool, and pale violin float Above the freeway noise. chemo patient seeking inspiration in a bookstore November her nipple ring cools pumpkin moon: tai chi movements time the eclipse photos frost on the pumpkin: lunar eclipse earthquake with the typhoon more coins at the temple Memorial Day a shadow for each white cross a twilight sun between two peaks - white lilacs spring moonset a rice ball for breakfast in the grasses crickets calling the full moon Eating alone The sound of cold milk Into a glass. in my rear view mirror the moon on full beam hard frost wrapping myself up against the breakfast news winter bleak under the rail bridge graffiti blooms left padlocked under streetlight orion's bike past the pleiades the silent flight of many white birds christmas lights... high above the street a skein of twilight geese in the walled garden the scent of decaying apples boardwalking the dragonfly's shadow drops through a crack another day another apple crumble ... autumn deepens Heavy the heads of darkened sunflowers, I wonder, how long do I have autumn days the weight of my life's unpicked apples hindsight a field of cut stalks tree burl summer reveals my old scars our shadows leaning on the railings on the pond wind chime my phone picks up a wifi hotspot fallen apples the constellation of the gardener double espresso, the wail of sirens on a sultry night i wait for the weather forecast, wiping sunflower pollen from the windowsill water lilys a leaping fish catches the light in the depths of her sunglasses blue sky some passing clouds leaning over the fence our late neighbour's rose solstice day park grass pale where the fairground rides had been two swans the progress of twilight along the river forget-me-nots our white dog shakes off pale blue stars remembering you cold and warm on the same breeze day break half a pale blue egg shell good friday the outstretched arms of the espalier pear how high into the hillside cemetery the fog tide rolls Holes in the cloud. A shade of blue I've never seen flashing against the winter killed grass a swan's whiteness Exposed roots. The tree outside her childhood home Punctuation. A rose petal falls from the vase One week later fewer roses in a slenderer vase no bag we wrap the leeks in the obituary page all the suns that we can muster winter celandine unsuspected metastasis moss on the roof tiles hard frost all the new benches graffiti-tagged in silver work done my shadow reaches the sunlit laurels faltering resolutions the roof gutters still full of last year's leaves the window cleaner's ladder leaves two small holes in the planet April - a gull's cry passing through morning snow rattling white in my eye socket a half moon and two aspirin Oh, a cold rain again fills the river with circles Moss on the roof tiles. First one cat then another i go to bed you stay downstairs the windscreens ice over year's end there's a hearse in the fast lane geminids a couple of white pills before i go to bed double whisky everything glistens in the mist overcast until a white moth lands on my phone screen wind chime a text brings news of his death frost burn high windows blaze with sunlight spring evening a long pause on the bridge to watch the water run glistening frost the slow blue arc of a buzzard roadkill pheasant all the blustery colours of autumn in the hedge the lighted windows of a train in dark river water, shapes of things from the human world somewhere beyond our chilli pepper plant the red dragonfly's home even after 30 years the scent of honeysuckle one summer night into the space between thoughts falling rose petals monday morning ant traffic on the main stem of the rose full moon a pear hanging this side of the wall starless night the cyclist without lights sunny afternoon the scent of leaf mold mixed in the ice hawk, on a fence post. first light, the rain a kind of mist. day moon the jellyfish we spot from the end of the pier muggy night opening another window to let in more insects sunglassesheadphones the world beyond a blue-black feather glistens with rain another unexplained bruise high summer where the shade stops so does the dog grey skies our late neighbour's pink roses reach over the fence not long till sundown into the willows a yellow frisb e e sunlight in the snail trails my glittering career another cloudy night i google the moon phase water changing into ice the pale moon sunless days the world locked in a pine cone easter sunset a red-tinged cross of contrails neatly stacked the scents of sawn timber plum blossom the haiku poet's mind... elsewhere spring sunshine on a high branch a plastic bag puffs out its chest in the grey of relentless rain his shaved cranium and huge red headphones on the brickwork graffiti, and marks that say ivy was here new moon i hear about it first via twitter red tulips in the vase on TV another cosy murder show winter solstice inside the hollow tree fire blackened Zen garden after each storm a clean slate hazy afternoon the woodpecker's call bounces off the ice her skin flickers in television light rain on the window the proper word for brackets escapes me crescent moon a cut glass bowl holds the shells of our summers this life in exile hard frost - deep in my coat pocket summer sea-glass that same music again and again winter rain the graveyard our icy shortcut through the winter fog icebleak no colour but the rail bridge graffiti still life - at the lake's edge a tree's reflection caught in the ice november sun - leaning on the old stone wall a shadow tree winter solstice the pink tongue of a cat lapping at snowmelt dusky clouds a patch of blue hangs over the valley demi-lune la glace craque sous les pas war memorial snow has almost covered the poppy wreaths antique store window looking at dirty street snow through colored bottles cold attic - faded cigar box filled with seashells windless day the prolific weeds at the grave site mushiatsui asa te ga kimi o omoidashi taifuu ya sugi tatta ba ni hikari ari ame no yoru niwa no iwa ni wa mizu no oto egret stands in the blue rice field, dusk creeps in long centipede on the ceiling- long talks of what to do February the heart-shaped tracks of a moose white clouds drift in the August sky, a child dreams tan lines and coconut oil high tide restless night the morning starts without me familiar names- the warmth of a woodstove in January fine shell new moon onto cherry pink horizon... shades of easter egg A lull in the storm the woodpecker darts to another tree. The thyme has gone to seed summer's end. things come and go raindrops on the pine my stone Buddha sits in the dark snow, snow, snow cherry petals flying higher and higher - storm in my valley returning birds three notes pass through morning fog a cup of tea and a koan to go - my cold morning severe frost - the sparkling whiteness of my brown roof autumn deepens - I wonder what my neighbour is writing today?! voices of autumn - the patter of raindrops on my rooftiles first cicada - the hot day seems even hotter red poppy dolls sit alone by the beach - dead children of Tohoku politicians play the same old games - long rainy season late spring - the old kettle still shines earthquake night - the stars are as silent as ever table 4 2 - a romance reduced to numbers scent of rain all the ways we failed each other cold sunshine - the icicles refuse to melt cold night - the deeper levels of dreams and fears when celsius and farenheit meet - cold night New Year's morning - I wipe some dirt from my glasses blizzard - the heavy weight of snowflakes menopause - she even quarrels with the autumn moon fighting the summer heat - no time for poetry the future deep in the tea leaves... spring growth first firefly - the moon also shows his face spring rain the dogwood half petals, half leaves wisteria blossoms... the faint memories of grandmother's lace daybreak - - light and shadow on the apricot blossoms how black! dirt on the last patch of snow rainy day - I finally finished the Spring Saijiki computer crash... I wish I were this butterfly my daily bread on the empty table... spring equinox old plum tree in bossom... last year the old owner died moonlight on the temple roof - and silence autumn equinox - all the crows celebrating with grave offerings the dance of echoes inside a crypt... winter chill hunger moon how bittersweet this longing dinner outside... the crumbs walk along the brick wall a tiny world unfolds and thrives - summer rain the backyard of a poor man's home... summer heat more rain - lavender leans on the stone Buddha no fireflies... moonlight reflects on camellia leaves first firefly... a quiet night and then lightning powlonia blossoms - a haiku floating in the sky a centipede takes its morning walk... aah, my kitchen table winter,s end... my warm socks with big holes spring sunshine on the cat's belly... mountain hermitage a fallen leaf brushes the corner of your grave stone late snow .. a pheasant calls in the morning mist Ides of March... anyone remembers the history teacher? spring blossoms... the old farmer coughs blood winter sunset - half of my Buddha still in the light remembering you - the sparkle of the last icicle first sunrise - a fallen camellia shines on my path winter sunshine - the slow growth of a stone's shadow autumn equinox... the murmur of waves slowly changes high autumn sky... in the world of men voices of insects autumn deepens... these tiny pink flowers on my wildest weeds autumn chill the fallen leaf's veins tinged a deeper hue in the shade of the full moon... distant fireworks summer heat... the cats sleep on the barbeque looking for fireflies... I almost miss the dramatic night sky meditating on a rainy day... new green tea morning prayers - the graves of the ancestors in deep silence day moon the clock has stopped ticking autumn evening - the lingering warmth of this old deck chair autumn colors I remember mother's favorite quilt summer's end - my cat still high on the hot tin roof autumn with alzheimer - she breaks the bread ..... .. carefully another day the stilled heartbeat on the ultrasound globalization - he serves the sushi fish on french bread lightning far away in the sky - first firefly summer in the temple - the horns of the dragon just visible may rain ever more sparkling shades of green Confucius another long path to the old pond late spring - the old kettle still shines war in Iraq - a spider hides in the cherry blossom blue mountains - the old tombstone keeps watch kyoofuu ni daite o-kure-yo ume shiroshi spring storm - the tall pine leans toward the short cheap motel the desk clerk turns a blind eye day lilies the dormant spark of death within me rosebuds in snow - the softness of his hand on my shoulder hitokoto mo iwanu warera ya tera no aki spring storm the wind rings our visitor's bell mandarin ducks - a silent pair on the dinner table hatsuyuki ya takuhatsu zoo no ashi akaku winter in town the stone memorial of the God of Water winter morning a few dewdrops on my last rose winter sunshine - the many shadows of a small camellia wedding anniversary does he still love me like the red winter berries? cold winter day - hot tea from Kenya in my cup vernal equinox my days and nights now measured not in hours but by our time together and apart mountain temple - a prayer overgrown with moss autumn deepens a last sunray on the pines misty morning - a black and white world behind the graves doing the dishes - a tiny soap bubble rises toward heaven summer sunset your hand heavy on my knee kyoo mo mata ochiba ni yuki no yamagurashi snow on red leaves so many coincidences in my life the dragon now a cloud in my sky listening to an incense stick autumn draws deeper autumn deepens memories fade into misty clouds despite the foreclosure sign daffodills autumn deepens the crows chatter muffled by thick fog just staring at some autumn clouds a hot cup of tea mata hitotsu kabe ni ana ari ten takashi miya suzushi baba wa kami o katari-ori lunchtime a dead cicada surrounded by ants enlightenment stones in the temple garden summer heat fragrant daphne the money collector stops before he knocks hailstorm under the groaning roof I hold my breath white roads leading nowhere Happy New Year? an old temple amongst cedar trees too many leaves fallen... freezing rain the words I cannot take back forgetting my words step by step the autumn night deepens a mosquito aiming noisily the sound of one hand ooame ya tobimawaru wa shiroki cho watching summer clouds thoughts shaping and reshaping kiri saite suterare mura ni haka nokoru haru no ame mukashi mukashi no monogatari after the postman nothing in the mailbox except a lizard November afternoon the insistent bell of an ice cream vendor breakfast alone I find the dove's feather he left for me late frost warmth of the tea mug against my cheek deep winter igniting the match with a lit candle library return her hand's warmth lingers in the book cloudless sky the gleam of fresh lemons in a blue bowl from a mirror pale blue eyes stare knowingly the snow will deepen prairie roads in ditches full of snowmelt moons float old house, all doors are open a kitten... will it too forget its first snow? full moon night... starting the camp fire with a page of fashion magazine a new cellphone... so many people to talk to till the battery dies out of the city, so many stars unnamed late summer rain two kids break the bottles under the bridge cold rain the persistent warmth of your kiss acorn falls the sound of rain continues the moon in every puddle the same Falling leaves I already miss you This winter raking the leaves wind blows the wrong way hot beach sand... between my fingers a cigarette butt between the second and the third line - short trip to bathroom stupid arab - he only wants to learn to fly straight dentist's office - cracks between tiles filled with dirt after a cold night a cup of coffee - oh, man! Xmas away from home - B-52 pilot dressed as Santa Thanksgiving a new seat at the table hedgehog in the fog looking for apples under the wrong tree van gogh's blue irises hangs on a wall, with other gardens storm clouds - mother searches for candles lavender blooms next to the violets in a blue pot Purple nights fold into morning whiteouts, your silence frosts my first cup of coffee. through closed eyelids lightning strikes my dream stars a full pool in the garden drenched in the old grounds we cuddly fresh sawdust among the birches his bent shoulders discarding the tea leaves distant thunder autumn wind knowing what you will say next scent of roses counting the stars one by one thunderstorm a shadow pauses at the gate starry night... counting out my pills for chemo big store from morning to night - his caddy in his house under the moon white water lily flower on the night of the pond the bent nail where garlic hung... winter moon temple looting another buddha loses his head white dawn a moon crab sinks back into sand winter beach i throw a stick for no dog beer garden table the blurred edges of many circles maple in full flame Becoming at last myself covered sky - Full moon seen just ... On the calendar House for sale - in the neglected garden the first crocuses ice moon - the Snowman kept his scarf sweet night - the Snowman left without his pipe Snow dawn - the footprints the paperboy gusty north wind - a tuft of red hair in the wire icy moon - the sudden memory lilac perfume Winter moon - the sudden memory lilac perfume Autumn Dawn - the street windows lit screens raked with fallen leaves the wings of a butterfly chrysanthemum moon the way you open me evening tea - the flame of the match wake shadows October sun - the flash of a robin in big black pine even green half she deserves a haiku the last strawberry Coastal Path - the lapping of water the gourd the fog lifts - two tits on the roof Hotel insect winter hour - foliage prunus changes color garden path - silver turn a slug wandering thoughts - blood on the edge the shears transplanting jasmine a family of woodlice expropriated Open window about Starry Night - it pushes the cloth cold night the hallway nightlight flickers on and off leaf after leaf falls the way your laugh makes me laugh each car the fox's tail heaves the cleavage the young ceuilleuse - Melon field re-inflated tires - the grain of the road just sings compost bin - melon pips below Road ants to measure that the darkness descends orange azalea Zen garden - the shadow of the stone Buddha changed places of the storm yesterday nothing more than a snail squashed first heat - a sparrow visit gutters neighborhood mixing the compost - a label organic banana morning of the Ascension - a cross-fly the ray of light mackerel sky first gold leaves spangle the maple Birthday night - a red wristband offered my watch Good Friday - my window vacuum the felled tree late frost - stone frog lost a toe the next door gapes a moment - Time for chat Palm Sunday - the white flowers of the orchid that was believed dead garden - she chose lavender with bees Birthday morning - my footprints on the beach slightly deeper tunnel exit - a rapeseed field lights the compartment the bagel hole it shows me full moon ruined barn - straw smell at sunset cricket song my longing too unanswered from left to right from right to left the mat of jogger first steps - reflect projectors on the strings of the banjo silent morning - few drops of milk in my coffee black haiku agenda - cookie crumbs Sunday's page spring sunshine - Gardening books on the coffee table under a haiku Winter and white smoke a crushed insect first day of the year - an old cut starts to bleed meal of the year - crumbs the palm of the hand Winter storm - my office chair creaks a bit mist garden - the faded blue autumn wilted hydrangeas mosquito and I blood brothers after the storm unknown tree leaves in the garden the cloud to the plane the place over dinner - chat twilight slips into the vineyards end of the novel - leftover cold coffee in my cup base in my half-sleep the rooster for the third time traffic stopped - the morning sky loaded flights of starlings burning one by one of old love letters - some gray smoke night equinox - cries of cats tear my dream Grape flat - the rainy afternoon grain by grain a leg lagging between the fallen flowers Evening spider cloud watching the meeting Pangaea of book of haiku - a gnat landed between blue and sky moonless night - a distant dog responds its echo the sea beyond - cracking shells under our feet low tide - the shells of Silence under the full moon lapping at the bottom the stairs from the dock - A smell of piss under the eye of a heron session of stretching on one leg open window - some trombone agreements in the May evening disjoint components - just enough daylight for a haiku climate change - the flowers of magnolia embedded in the green a year more - a first birdsong my insomnia eclipse the taste of goodbye in your kiss North face of the iris - a snail climbing the uppermost sheet thinning - a white butterfly Cross the road lost chapel - Dried flowers path at the foot of the Virgin end of the holidays - some sand deep in my pockets book of haiku - the imprint of my steps in the snow March end of the day - hoarse voice Banking distributor towpath - dissolved fog the blue-gray heron weekday morning - two sugar cubes in his black coffee Winter storm - This last day of the year expecting nothing more eve of the year - rose a notch low over the horizon this old fight Knowing Both our shares thunder moon my belt loosened a notch - after the year Epiphany - magnolia buds defy the gray sky classroom - the ass from the stall look through the window first snow - bird graffiti the threshold of the day Sunday endless - a snowman in the school yard Snow sky - she gives a little blue over his eyes winter sky - it adds a little blue over his eyes first snow - footprints trash bin flood lights the parking lot of the hyper - a starless sky in hyphenation of an autumn haiku rain on the tiles lingering dusk the silence between us says it all the curb foliage cherry in two garbage bags insect crushed between the pages drawing the wings fall foliage - eyes glued to the screen his mobile taking the book open on the table - Some sand alley cactus - two engraved names among thorns between oven and fridge three wrinkled apricots skin against skin cool morning - our chairs side by side at the back of the garden of wings Bats - night descends cool tiled floors - a ripe peach flavor at sunrise each pass the bat a new star lover's quarrel the tea kettle silenced crossroads - juniper stopped there starry sky - while a wind farm stopped Holiday cottage - flapping seconds in the middle of the night Dry tank - the trace of a snail on the stone wall twilight - a final nozzle in slow circles shade of cherry - slamming nuclei under mower reflection in the stainless the coffee machine - naked little morning duckweed - the wake of the duck slowly closes crashing waves - a chipped stone returned to the sea pylon of the turn - faded colors bouquet artificial flowers summer day clover bending with the bee's weight roundabout - looks like the face of the Moon? morning ablutions - channel into round drops on the back of a duck work meeting - a paper Carambar in my pocket base oxbow channel - the sudden race a moorhen at the end of the field two sparrows on her hat - Scarecrow Glacial wind - dead leaves crowd on the stone threshold polar cold - charging pharmacist the condom machine schoolyard - boxes of hopscotch white salt Frost morning - White Shade poplars sunset - glass towers light heavy rain the rotten boat tries to float again ceiling fan the whirl of my thoughts Winter moon - the sudden memory lilac perfume Winter wind - bottles collide in the reach of the lock double glazing - the crescent moon and its reflection in the vapor my cup of tea the rising moon alarm clock - the garbage truck on the dot under my hood The Word on the Street Rain picotée the end of a branch the hanging garden in a drop of water resuming the race after two months of Pause - The same rain wet deck - the paths of earthworms interweave global warming - of king cake ahead a month! sego lilies the trail Dissolves into wildflowers after the rain full moon drips behind the glass first day of winter - retouching a haiku last summer last mowing - the bag of weed escapes the evening mist after each car the rush of pies to the mass of red hair train departure - darkness sets at the window halo of the lamp - blackest blackbird his shadow Cash hyper - of yogurt packages black lace highway interchange - the crescent moon passes in the rear window Morning Weather - between the blades of the blind a dash of gray skies book non massicoté - to small penknife the end of the sentence As if yesterday your twenty-year-old body wild strawberries Toilet Beach - the flush wins the waves vacation home - apple leaves off the grass dusk - a group of starlings on the wire slowly in the park grass and damp earth before eight hours of air conditioning clean lawn - a jasmine leaf blood-red last August morning - the blue lagoon My shaving gel cut into cubes apple quarters - the moon in the window old mas left - Release at the foot of the olive trees verbena orange - first star then a second trunk of old pine - a cicada moulting facing the setting yellowed envelope holding your golden curls spring cleaning cold shadow - the cicadas stopped short drizzle - a moth in the net raising his eyes over my page - blurred moon moon in the morning - freckle squirrel from branch to branch fourth cover - blood mosquito hot coffee - my glasses Steam veiled slam capsules spurge - afternoon slow long rainy day - a window to the street the setting of lights some new grass at the location of the strain - my palms heal noise of the vacuum cleaner - the sun hides behind a cloud zazen Attempting to awaken I fall asleep evening in the garden - the washer neighbors passes spin nocturnal downpour - a new wood board Lock the bench under the pergola red foil - Easter Monday old apple tree - noise fills saw the empty space before the trash after the trash the song of the thrush towpath - two cyclists on the small gear ratio speak du Ventoux noise mower - wild violets lurking under the hedge world news - the pink line of a plane an antenna to the other Military Cemetery - wind frayed flags and pink cherry Ash Wednesday - the bunch of daffodils getting ready to bloom a robin's beak icts shell pierces earth day Tsunami in Japan - ride a breeze the channel surface desk drawer - last summer memory card bare fields - the high-voltage line by leaps and bounds small clear morning - a haiku Basho before leaving the moon in a puddle - Almost full Morning info - the grain composition in seven languages West Wind - the mainsail banging a silage tank one year to another a haiku to another just a blank line long night of snow - bird legs before the front door Christmas market - a star in the puddle black snow twilight portrait of a child That will never age bitter cold - a row of stalactites the roof edge Roma red light - the accordion in flash info winter hour - my Kiwi peeling in the direction of clockwise Autumn Terrace - a broom around Ladybug November night - on my hands smell of the ground herb last day of Summer - before the child running the flight of pigeons end of demo - pigeons resume possession of the place Autumn Equinox - seeking a word to say red jasmine sleepless night - two motionless tégénaires the bottom of the sink of fog - the sizzle of the line high voltage untimely death watching dust fall through sun's rays Sunday night - Three deflated balloons the gate of a neighboring evening dew - a ladybug on the wire the mower facing east the long pyramid straw bales first frost - the steel blue perfume My aftershave down flat and folded blanket - its square corner to the door lounger - snow mattress gently background first day of the year - I change the blade My razor buttered toast in my black coffee - the starry sky Palm Sunday - rain wets slowly boxwood garden downpour of sleet - the flower falls suns bouquets awakening of spring rain the anniversary of my divorce Ash Wednesday a girl in a red sweater through the Grand first coffee - color spot the new calendar frosty evening a seat shadow in the coin laundry up disabled a covered car dead leaves spider on the threshold     a second round         the latch last August morning an old man at his door look at his watch silence of dawn some steam rises My bowl dishes tray - a drift Africa above dishes gold glitter the gaps between tiles - Christmas Eve an alarm far into the night - his frozen feet cloudless sky all the things I do not know only this morning - the cutting edge My chipped bowl pale sun - the first butterfly September midnight - before the 12th shot ... Flush roar of a plane - searching among the stars one that flashes... after the storm a puddle of blue sky the hollow of the stone bench fruit basket - daily point each cherry the wheel tracks in the snow on the low side - Ash Wednesday Christmas truce - a small spider through the kitchen snow shower - quince squalling scraping noises on a windshield - warmth of bed new buds on old branches once again heavy rain in the farm belt barbershops fill up Ash Wednesday light rain from the cloud-smudged sky Bookseller showcase - discolored blankets novels of summer abandoned house - glycine crosses the garden wall tide - another not covered by another wave snow shower - the models of the window in summer dresses glass door - a moon of hopscotch in the entrance subway ticket - just enough space for haiku stormy night - the buzz a combine moonlit night - a mosquito on the screen from the computer lapping water - the radio of a fisherman muted night thawing - the Snowman left without his pipe first crocus the oncologist says No hope Night butterflies - Honeysuckle flowers faded on the floor end of October a bookseller without customer stirs the leaves drunk on the porch false home the turnkey day shrink the parched petaside is not as great End of the demo. In the pub toilet we still scrolls. Between basswood and the war memorial leaves show. ducks distraught on the ponds of Brenne. Vote hunters. Back of the garden: full of beans, zucchini and a haiku. She ran out of steam to follow her bouncing breasts the jogueuse shorts Work in the hospital the crane operator works through gestures. Very big knife. terminal cancer the contrails end midair A hole in the wall Chickadees are moving at the redstart pale sunrise outside the quiet house yellow rose blooms winter sunlight we rumpled linen Those slow hands open blinds night blooming jasmine and stars jasmine beneath the stars His blue eyes wine sapped moon the distance beyond her lover's wife ferocious storms wakened by the wet tongue of a dog winter sun the slow drip-drip year of icicle starry night a million words unspoken the last of the boxes Moved finally out cloud covered sunset from my window a maple's trunk lichened the only green handing off the keys a chill wind hustles the end of April all the birds unnamed on the fence spring rain sleepless night same old song over and over labor day and still No labor open jalousies the missing scent of his cologne wine moon the heat in the kitchen so close sunny afternoon sand swept behind the door middle of the night on a wicked wind passing news morning stillness a bird song I've never heard before sunday sermon children's voices mix with the choir starless night my daughter delivered home by a policeman Mother's Day everytime she calls heavy rain a darkening sky behind her face Sunday afternoon bittersweet chocolate and swapped addresses Sunday dusk a last wine bottle piled in the trunk Boston news a crazy day and yet that butterfly dockside fight french fries in a pile of seagulls habemus papam! I've always loved Latino men internet break the smell of rain and boggy earth past midnight public television lights up the room warm drizzle cinnamon buns and tea for two Valentine's Day thin ice covers the pond distant thunder a whiff of foreign perfume autumn morning dew-drops dripping from a cane pole autumn sun hidden in the flower bed mushrooms Indian summer the baby in the back seat mine for a week waning moon my parents visit comes to an end morning mist his wallet and keys missing again making a u-turn clear in the rear view mirror autumn afternoon graveside service slipping from Grandma's book pressed wildflowers middle of the night my fingers tick tick ticking a hot flash haiku hot, humid day a jazz station plays cool tunes biting the peel a burst of orange mist firelight night watch the ex boyfriends house on google earth autumn wind another leaf flutters from the pile standing alone under a double rainbow summer rain the missing scent of cologne summer twilight push mowers stop for crickets the same moon shines on us both these cold sheets last leaves shaking on a branch late migrators spring cleaning a family of raccoons empties the goldfish pond campfire embers one firefly lights our tent twilight in the Chinese lantern a glowworm first snow all the shades of white sleepless night a square of moonlight crosses the room foggy glasses... a blurry paragraph above the bath water new year's day... spent bottle-rockets in the road wolf prints... the gas lantern splutters novocain prick the warmth where the dental nurse leans the smell of many campfires in this old hunting shirt cinco de mayo horses roll in the shallows vanishing difference... gliding geese settle onto their reflections folding chair the newborn colt tries to stand damp straw... the day-old colt mesmerized by the radio solstice sipping a stronger brew in the waning light prying at the window... wind silhouette... a shining snow path to a pale moon hillside thunder barely a rainbow in a plume of smoke morning camp only an ember remains but it's enough storm warnings... sunday afternoon by the fire mail from an old friend leftover summer grass ... horses browse through crusted snow old leather saddle cherry colored and shiny smells of horse Windy Day on the village walls of leaves shadows did you leave and the day seems getting colder the night in silence silence It becomes dark year-end bank statement reusing the tea bag for a second cup the sky and I silent exchange thoughts and stars the house empty the furniture only to wait the house empty It fills the sound rain on the wall in the light stripe the shadow of a flight He arrives in the evening the flight of a seagull cuts through the silence laurel hedge submerged by waste glory in decay from my dreams in the middle of the night come rumors Roman night stuck in a traffic jam under the moon hail and rain a frost crust suffocates the fields awake at night a stone in the pond moonlight splashes desert landscape rain will come and the water... remembers each path winter night the chill of moonlight on my skin night rain He befriends His sound sick the end of the day the florist unsold chrysanthemums the house empty It opens and closes the shutters Windy Day party's over by unlit candles smoking rooms night watch in the eyes sheperds a flock of stars Also on flowers after the funeral cove the darkness the first snow enclosed between the petals Chrysanthemum the house empty the rain has erased all imprints empty place It makes the darkest darkness autumn night gust of wind clipped on the wall by a brush rain turns to sleet grounding my daughter our shared tears rainy evening mountains fading gray on gray the old calendar enclosed in a red circle my birth in the pans carved into the rock floats a cricket sunny day salt on the facade the shadow of the smoke a new year Garden in the snow still intact the snow falls on the branch sparrows ever closer the asylum over the empty bed scratch moon return home on the trail walls but not the history sky clouds the church spire so still He runs the night on wings of moth toward the light winter in the wind No cake for this candle lit in memoriam cut palm there are only few fireflies on the calendar mark red circles my path minds lost in their memory naked trees olive wood the oil path in his veins roasted coffee the smell woke all the way Roman villa opens its door over the empty Temple of Vesta over his fire off rain falls early morning few flakes of snow the basil city ​​at night smell the rain roasted chestnuts clear sky the river current drag star all saints day from the corner of my eye someone no one moon in half halfway open book on the table including butts and cars in the parking a yellow flower among the magnolias The Folia Corelli in a violin ripe wheat - my hair is Autumn leaves ripe corn - my hair is Autumn leaves moon cut each month your breasts reconstructed in the twilight two chairs in interview even if empty light snow - the hammer of a woodpecker in the silence airport someone deleted the passengers first year the shadow of calicantus on the calendar at the cemetery increase every year my stops cold rain a maple leaf floats in the water basin the empty nest He has filled the grass gutter Etruscan wall Painted by the passage a snail moonlit night the shade of a flowering peach tree over the wall on the sidewalk wet from the rain Walking trails in the sky broken necklace in each pearl spread a bit 'of Heaven evening of June the door ajar only the dark closed garden passes the wall perfume oranges bend in the river where the little girl drowned papyrus in bloom on the sidewalk among the cyclamens one man Easter Vigil mother sits next the empty bed deep autumn we read love poems once in these woods after the rain the baby's grave It reflects the sky on the sidewalk a written love and many steps crescent moon a new path to scatter seeds windy night look at the sick man last leaves Egyptian lions in autumn light watching the sun deserted house It looks out the window full moon breaks thoughts the tip of the cypress shaken by the wind daisies in vase next to bread hot from the oven on the hill ruins of a castle and apple trees in blossom after the rain the nearly full moon lose color October moon white pumpkins glow in the field rain falls the Roman aqueduct found water suddenly a piano while the moon rises headstones narrow to each other autumn wind time passes the graves in the cemetery you are old mown field long lines of stems nameless stone staircase on the steps footprints of men and Rain amid the myrtle carved in granite door to nowhere the wind carries scent of mimosa between the antennas from year to year grow old with the trunk heart engraved Cerveteri: Etruscan necropolis. Cerveteri: Etruscan necropolis. Autumn arrives early for this mountain ridge and me also tonight snow gondola the Grand Canal blanket of snow - It is also masked the beggar red spots... only poppies in the green grass in the twilight flights of cormorants and lapping of waves on the hill flock of scattered houses without a shepherd homeless man dead season pass in the trash  summer lightning reveal in the night the hidden streets foggy road after the corner I find a closed wall Country cemetery snail on corroded tombstone trails from A to O... Ancient roman ruins along both sides of the road white jet trail above... autumn mist bull elk's mating call splits the silence Sky dewed with stars cool air listening in news a man was hanged. sundown summer evening melts in dark fragrance of tea misty summer rain calling pheasant in Zen temple a wild violet on the sunny hill noon time nap Spring equinox Pray the ancestor grave In cold rain kirinoyoni amaikaorino shirokiume autumn rain refinery lights remind me of Christmas topless, the skyscraper in rain mist fading light - the stone steps brighter than the foliage raining last night's baked chicken tonight's curried soup first frost instead of silk flannel monsoon- on the window a leech climbs the himalayas white morning far there hospitals bombarded the slide gently in the flesh of the mango sunset cold winter person on the way which leads to the pond first frost its pot mint sprig remade its roots night of Epiphany this strange dream flew at first light evening light towels on the rope remouillent return trip Slowly the sky and the waters merge night in the hallway my steps guided by the moon almost midnight Santa plastic deflates heavy rain the old rubber boots not tall enough autumn equinox the fallen leaf half-green, half-gold first wind turbines Slowly they evacuate a radical of the night Christmas market Alsatian sauerkraut on the Brittany stand showering yet three in chestnut jays brighten the day sleepless night I gather the petals wilted roses All Saints Day from my window backwaters time of Gift Giving near the old computer a new mouse empty pockets the eye turned towards the moon nearly full All night long Rain on the glass sheep head full rising moon her smooth belly like a pebble in the fog the neck of a goose winter hour morning tea returning the cup icts emptiness Toussaint the family circle widens under the marble risk of fusion - on my fingers the smell sea ​​immortal earthen from terrace to terrace the muezzin's call stormy weather - under the boots noise pavers low sky we saw branches somewhere shimmers scarecrow shaken its CD Pentecost the flame in his eyes crossroads as Christ on the Cross purple nettles shorter days she covers her face wrinkle cream Valentine's Day birds chatter eight days fat autumn at least the tea remains green Valentine's day the thigh of Bergerac on the tongue under the veil of wintering the ladybug curled up New Years the girl has three suns in the sky first day of the year between cheese and coffee change the world making haiku incision painless the cliff cut the mist windless day December night a nail to fix the star first cold a summer haiku in the pocket base Chemin des Dames fog erases nothing night curled spider at the corner of walking this steady rain the one thing I needed you couldn't do: to love me without stint new wine evening the wind blows stronger return dark night in a moon rai crazy butterfly midday the dunes of the eye feels stronger output married rose petals already faded fragile horns snail gracile raw lettuce mild spring wild geese gather noiseless agadirs Women dressed in dark stony silence wool wedding the first moth in the closet meteor watching a match lights up year unknown face end of summer more cucumbers than neighbors beginning of winter the snow piled high on the lawn chairs graded papers suddenly the rosebush blooming void encroaches as vision vanishes: glaucoma wins homeless shelter an unkempt man peels a dyed egg rainstorm ants drink from a droplet end of day it closes the henhouse between dog and wolf stormy night the excitement of water in the kettle damselflies dart across the water a bluer blue Valentine's Day swollen eyes the florist twilight winter in the breath of the surf unnecessary words January doucereux read the haikus other winters starry Night happiness can pissing in the moonlight all under his feet a sheet chiffonnade the smell of life autumn evening the spider as dormant on the Web Time change the neighbor's gate whines earlier banks of marshes in that old willow autumn has left a nest All night long they roam the sidewalks dead leaves weather alert behind the closed shutters a snail August heat pregnancy test results the Become clear first cold on the pull of the past year cat hair end of season the horn of the baker earlier and earlier starry Night the Great Bear hangs neighbor of the antenna rainstorm body smell in the bus cloudy sky this full moon night on the calendar beautiful skies Gaza setting drape deadly beauty bouquets of explosions under each fumarole invisible flesh the bubble bursts making dance the moon - old mare. Forest Lascaux cars and phones hunting party her famous blue haiku about her divorce and his cactus perseids we help mother blow out sixty-three candles morning sun the crumbs on the table have a shadow guitar and harmonica in my car as bob dylan further 20 years autumn morning the smell of fresh rain in my coffee hunter's moon the old tabby refuses to come in north winds – snow flakes and the smell of smoke Orange sunrise peaks through The tubes and wires of father's Life support machine late rising moon fireflies decorate the tamarind tree moving day my life reduced to boxes Autumn night Puddles by the wayside filling with the stars Cautiously the cat with each step measuring the depth of the snow. midnight jazz rain streaming down the verdigris chain Ponocni metro u opustelom vagonu njisu se rucke looking at the sky dandelions with haircuts oh, that wind, that wind summer afternoon the scent of evergreens slowly spreading under the oak blue feathers black cat thunder storm on the sidewalk earthworm slick sudden thunderstorm- open umbrellas flower in many colors night breeze carries a moth to the moon lonely butterfly in the quiet morning light where are you going? quiet dawn- in the oak tree mourning doves Indian summer turkey feather falling just out of reach the taste of pine's bitter honey these bitter tears Tropical storm warning Wet sand in our kisses The opening sky first time your curly hair tickled my thighs tornado in the wreckage a bird sings Walking quiet thunder spring rain Balloon floats Over garbage truck Party is over a butterfly over the bouquets... I tune out the speaker sunny day a wasp tastes everyone's beer spring frost the park cannon aimed at the church Brittle scent of a summer storm lightning's sillage senior's home we celebrate the new year a 7:00 pm heavy rain my flower seeds sprout in the neighbor's yard sepia souls smile from a photo negative reunion roadside rest stop he adds a haiku to the graffiti dull pencil the staff meeting goes on and on A snowy footbridge the sound of water under the ice. her black hair veils our praying hands... hospice church at dusk twilight moon a hole in the chestnut fills with stars offshoring jobs... the last glow of sunset at the horizon a river behind the graveyard forget-me-nots Central Park the echo of her voice in every direction sudden cold - she reads and rereads a book jams Easter Sunday - an onion stuck with a clove faded postcard the Nagasaki temple Then winter day - luxury watches affordable morning tempête- the toaster in the kitchen in its place late winter- Finally the snow wallpaper the hole secu- the pale pink blouse the pharmacist restless night... she wakes up talking to me cicadas familiale- beach small crabs will and go quietly familiale- beach women make pies and keep their jersey organic flour 65 - a male moth seeking a female Parent-party eve of its most beautiful sweater eaten by moths between 2 sardines she speaks his pilgrimage summer heat kimono hung on the wall billows from the fan 72 years she never saw her vagina winter sun I put on my socks she talks to me of carbohydrates yet night- alone in the kitchen it breaks nuts night émeutes- after the small dej the crumbs Intifada- a portable to another rabies Intifada- one side ties the other Nike Intifada- a slight delay for dinner colors before the display of bra the reluctant photographer removals after removal the same coat racks Judas trees in flower- mist and fog the papacy afternoon heat tandem damselflies we bask reed Easter Monday- absent for several days the cat is back The wild wind in the small machine of my neighbor... 3 months pregnant Saturday night- a long time to prune colored pencils Morning wintering willy gardener stunted... Waiting room a very old magazine 2000... Before leaving scatter the coals - flight of fireflies Shadows of entants a fire to another- starry sky Just before winter Buddha junk his last gift A snail in the right eye of the citrouille- next Halloween On the washing line a bird in équilibre- somewhere in Falluja silver dawn slug traces iridesce on the garden path The clicking of the shears in the branches of oranger- the forecast cold Mosquitoes in my new house did not follow me Summer Storm the small cloth of my neighbor well hung After the rain - beer capsules by the roadside late winter- chive seeds in the palm of my hand Late summer the greyness of dusk without fireflies. Herding sheep the prickly smell of wet wool. rock and roll metal... in the night a can rolled by the wind freezing night: in both blue eyes headlights from the East iceberg a tip of his white breast emerges sweltering stillness the nurse flicks a bubble from the syringe hot Eve balcony breasts Place the chills soft white blue Muslim colors Iznik tiles in the ballot box hopes his ideals reduced to ashes Spring City young shoots young ladies on his T shirt raised it revives Che Beaujolais Nouveau Red Dress the young wine merchant almost a month without a haiku? scents of spring Maguelone in April The young vine is not bare responds to his song harpoons of old Japan whale in spring the couple alive the old photo dreams of future relentless sun my lips meet cool the arc flowing from the hose winter or not buttons to it are open Christmas in Japan not found seasons Word for hangings late night multiply the two mirrors glasses and looks deserted beach rolled under a piece of wood two ants naturiste.je beach out of the water before it decreased by cold tourists in Provence finding in lavender WC of smell the game in the blood seeking the right number in its analysis flea market a pink panties in working order flea market a woman's panties pre-release villa insects and animals admitted overgrown grapevine unsigned divorce papers heavy in my hand November the split pine log a summer fragrance first frost lemon returned not navels Market Lunel not designed panties for the cold On the Zattere our image in the window tarnished Italian Train punctual - Even delay the go the return stream of cars to see the source dried the juice flowing commissure to the neck - Mature girl out the window mother their target machine - Dream machine on the clothesline birds up the bottom pins alone in the dark is this how it comes - Winter night this winding river confluence of what I know and what I do not Haijin heterodox the haiku meeting he drinks wine cult of tradition and war criminals - Cherry blossoms white dawn... cherry blossoms before the sun in shape the hospital plants - in plastic December 23 a minute more one day less break fumette three Santas with beards décapotées twenty years after - One face down hole of my father road at dawn the work of spiders on my forehead father and son in water Young veiled mother in the dark Peacock Maguelone its ultramarine blue feathers Sea to Sky overcast Sunday the lilacs remind me of last night the level drops legs flamingos lengthen Calligraphers at the temple - prayers for badgers bristle donors terrace to the south all shadows feel anise after the storm everyone drool even the snail subway exit Corsican polyphony phone on snow a small blue garbage bag color of the sky Rain on a flat tin roof. Hammers without nails all I need are mountains and a hedgehog - autumn deepens this winter's day the garbage cans evanesce winter solstice the Persian cat's half- closed eyes small town cafe only strangers get menus To the Finland Station They rush to strike a deal for iPhones the metallic tang of deer's blood Dominates the forest cat's paws crawling across a lake's surface area silent morning Croton hedges Their fall foliage with false South Florida in autumn blood on barbed wire a pale moon Reveals the crime Red fall foliage the Sun at noon glorious They share a bruised apple moonlit feast for two Harvest moon too much light for field mice summer rains gone the river finds icts own channel His name on the black granite wall and we must ask, why? partner after the argument only the snapping of pole beans hellebore bloom That spring morning as tanks rumble rumble of thunder rouses dawn late summer in Miami His ash covers school desk all the remains 8:17 am Hiroshima, local time brush in hand Carefully he... 8:16, local time, Hiroshima in a pile of rubble faint peeps are Heard Rats, of course ebb tide's retreat and I grow older recessionals tang of salt spray at a fishing pier late summer lighting the way with a jar of fireflies last summer's childhood in the evening coolness of a verandah Reflect hereyes stars after-night long the singing of birds at dawn wisp of clouds the slow spiral of debt in my espresso Gazing at the moon it was still summer's evening feast for mosquitoes clouds gather in a darkening sky a walk interrupted a careful sip of chickpea more than coffee His breakfast brew croaking of frogs just after-dawn summer memories silk from a web entangled in my hair a homeless spider before dawn By the small pond The sound of crickets chamomile petals swimming in rainwater for her blond highlights Splat! a windshield and a bug find Each Other polished granite Reflects my face off my father's grave cold rain sharp as nails late afternoon Almost dusk - the zigzag flight of linked dragonflies El Hueso's dry bones still wrapped in a uniform That he so disgraced. old, brittle, dry bones found inside a uniform a past imperfect childhood's summer gift That first dandelion dancing on the wind My tea gets colder and the madeleine just sinks memory Betrays a cooing is Heard from a small puff of feathers Reviews another dawn small green waves crashing contre has porcelain rim morning tea tempest in an old snapshot His Irish smile still flashes her slight, shy smile, too faces from the past Their memories in old pictures effaced by the flood red poppies growing entre rows of white tombstones as in remembrance under a full moon a homeless man gathers cans urban harvest waiting for my illness to end November rain seeps slowly, slowly into the ground deep into the night a dog's sharp bark Becomes gunfire butterfly wings Their so loud flapping in a temple's Silence sharp smell after-noon downpour has electric summer rows of white markers all at Attention Memorial Day late morning breakfast left uneaten too much of spring Just a small basketball filled with hidden treasures she proudly caries a yellowed clipping falls out from her Bible Emmett Till's obit In front of bronze doors They huddle Against the Cold the newly homeless early morning dew was bronze temple bell just before ringing clear lake enclosed Entirely Within a bowl of miso my body aching and feverish after-nightfall the autumn wind rises breakfast still rumbles but no guns are --other Heard Armistice morning. he winds up His watch n Carefully That morning That will end the war The bugler plays "Tap" her face so serious her parents, so proud Ordinary morning bluest of skies, crisp, clear air up to the shadows Mid morning coffee sipped from a chipped mug old so comforting Rainbows reflected in So Many potholes afternoon rainstorm That spring day the flowers-have long faded yet we remember Reflects the mirror a face I know so well dad's a flagpole stands guard before has flooded schoolhouse as a river runs perched on a guardrail of a busy highway year egret preens three days of cold autumn rain a dull ache settles deep inside my breasts Cracks on a sidewalk Lost Among the grass and weeds urban spring Cracked head statue of the Buddha a reminder everything passes. one plus one = 3 a happy couple expecting Their first child Fountain pen ink spill not contained by a blotter Mare Crisium she cries silently her sobs barely audible and no one to hear rivulets of red running down her pale young face she clutches a doll he turns one last time His sailor's flashing wry smile That bright November. the War on Horror G.I.'s on hashish kill Afghans for sports I turn off the pumpkin lights a predawn harvest moon white roadside crosses Where the road meets Nature's swale memento mori Sentinels of spring... kites bobbing for care saucy winds in March Gleaners harvest moon pale faces, leaden eyes stare at an empty field glassy-eyed, gutted catch of the day we shaved ice at the fish market Neither white nor black a yellow smog That will not lift Alzheimer's pall Full Corn Moon time to gather the harvest before leaves fall charred goat bones They say without conviction Somali nightmares too hot for miso! he pushes it aside That August morning wildflower bouquet we left country highway the endless road Carefully tea leaves saved, dried, and used again hidden poverty there's a pelican  en ce que ball of feathers, tar or it is a gull? beneath the fireworks endless bullfrogs the crowd holding blossoms... thunder! Among new lilies she waters the stone Buddha white clouds glide Safely over mine fields homesick- sundown just behind the fence spitting seeds into a blue Sky- the old elm Forgetting to ask for the seniors' rate- falling leaves just over the fence a constellation of stars trucks and wildflowers along my neighbor's wall soften her voice unexpected guest- a thought out cam of nowhere smell of rain young deer run Across the field winter rain Where the sheets she slept grow colder sifting shadows with remnants of rain desert sand... my sleeping bag under a full moon giant moon... the bark of a dog echoes over the fence crystalline sky the pioneers left no clue qui trail to take willow scent hangs a kingfisher in the air desert heat- smilies along the narrow road to the deep north spring trek a rusted snowplow at roads' end sweet basil dried snail tracks crisscross the window box Arizona road rest stop, the dog sniffs yellow snow a moth flutters over the candle flame... damned fool still water... the undercurrent in her voice storm warning... a street corner argument Many turns heads falling stars from the sky... autumn moon November winds the dog finds dead birds in the hedge desert cemetery- my sister in law Does not weep summer ends- her pale freckles in dark tan highway fog- the honking of geese homeward bound desert wind- iron and copper flavor in my coffee spring day- the wall clock still winter appalachian spring- carbide carbuncles in the coal oil light moon hare- bloody gloves lay on the ice frosty dawn- the dog watches me pack my bag campfire coffee... condor wings glean the first rays of sun making pancakes between whispers... morning mist arctic air soothes the desert heat... blended whiskey slate skys chalk mark outlines on the sidewalk peach moon... the thin slice left for us grassy moon we slip off our shoes to count the stars garden embrace the fresh smell of her sun dried laundry kitchen embrace the smell of her hot apple pie farewell embrace a faint essence of mothballs montana morning the horses with their backs to blowing snow street light sway dreams of her linger with the storm Sack of cheeries clouds grow dark on the road to the coast humid morning... words dangle from her lips salmon sunrise a splash resounds over the calm bay farmer's market she paints a flower on a child's cheek tandem bicycle wind in our hair a shared laugh misty morning echoes of blue jay cries through the pines fresh brewed coffee cream and sugar swirls she stirs in her thoughts spring breeze blowing dandelions in circles dry haystack flames climb higher against the night sky rainy morning the haijin stirs sugar in his coffee alabaster moon glowing among bare pine tops in cool mountain mist kissing her slowly where the rain never falls humid night... the darkness between your thighs Passover darkness - before the buds burst open a child's eyes in death. desert garden frosted lettuce leaves in the pink dawn old park bench i touch our initials each time i pass new housing hammer and saw replace the dove's coo christmas services a cellular phone rings out handel's messiah no island in the bay today morning fog stop sign thru the bullet holes ghetto moon November fog not a tree to be seen. Purple loosestrife pale in the lingering mist. A cold morning the pink of tulips through the mist. upstairs, swathed in neon, the scent of jasmine a movement of deer into twilight suddenly spring fireflies competing with a full moon summer solstice the way grass parts as the pheasant passes spring's end moonlessness so many ways I want to touch you earth day even the shadows at dusk smell green fading right before my eyes morning moon light rain on sweet, sweet clover late summer's dusk winter rain the confusion in her voice all over again This morning the geese have taken over the skies in wild abandon how sudden this stillness then and now how I have missed you morning moon filling up my window autumn's end lanternless night... a whisper passing through leaves autumn twilight captures the mood of leaves swirling everywhere in this circular motion hear the laughter of children white cloud of a moon drifting in the morning sky these October days how like a fine mist that fades this future now so fragile summer's end the tenderness of light after loving-making scent of wild clover through the window my children and I race to see the sunset before it fades how tenuous time now seems slipping away from my reach after the dream the scent of approaching rain in the dusty air blackbird song - the name of a daughter i'll never know funeral - stuck in an antique vase bubble autumn rains on the way to the old house new banks file - between my car stereo two transmitters a slower moon this evening... the cold! the last leaf - his white breath dissolves in the garden Indian summer takes the wheel counter clockwise summer afternoon the boy to school window reads the clouds whirling on the trampoline cherry blossoms kite shop - entering with every customer the summer breeze spring rain paint is peeling the garden gnome falling leaf - fills the fading light slow my room first date close to each other to study the menu sunrise from village to village cockcrowing dental practice in the waiting room a row yellowed chairs autumn depths... a mole dreaming of darkness memories the carbon black on the roof tiles museum hall studying children their echoes early frost the cold side of the bed December Rain... person view on a wall reflection in the window his weeping face - thud of rain at the end of the day the shade of the oak cross the village street Asked about Le Monde glasses upside - how tired! Thanksgiving Day delicate aroma of turkey - sky scorched from Iraq out of the metro face to face with the moon - return from work full moon above the skyscrapers - it's midnight the egg seller... her cracked hands speak of winter to November trumpets of death - five or six Day of Thanksgiving - bountiful harvest bought cheaply the rising sun - in frosted glass a star cluster 70 mph the infant snores a bit Slower winter night finding my pajama bottoms on my wife putting a cork In last night's wine late autumn the glass jar full of fireflies bedtime evening sky Some counting fireflies more than once smell of rain - soft ridges of mint leaves oil my fingers remembering summer how brittle the leaves underfoot high noon... young girls harvest rice from a mirror summer rain the smell of earth in the air watching clouds the white petals of a crushed crocus smells of spring adrift in the morning air bubbles under ice after the rain moon and stars underfoot my wife home from hospital hibiscus in full bloom My 72nd winter the deepening cold in every room month-old obit of an ex-girl friend unexpected rain back and forth across our conversation fireflies death watch ended the rain storm begins my wife home from the hospital hibiscus in full bloom spring a few blocks closer than yesterday after the storm, an egret fording darkness at opposite ends of the reading room ex-lovers despite my assurances my wife's makeup thicker somewhere behind the old barn end of the rainbow despite the day's heat mum's tombstone so cold thunderstorms all day long broken promises hot chocolate the scent stronger this cold night late night rain the crickets finally silent nothing in our bedroom but moonlight sunset traffic slowly down the hill into darkness at the crossroads no wind to give a direction early spring... young women collecting peach blossoms smalltown street sunset and moonrise at opposite ends slow afternoon the rain changes to drizzle home alone the cold of an autumn rain silent night the fog thick at every window late night traffic the swirl of leaves after the last bus deep deep deep cold the lengthening pauses between her words while making love the last icicle falls bad news from home the cold morning colder still voices in the cemetery remembrance day slow afternoon the rain changes to drizzle after midnight... a shooting star beneath the wharf after the argument the storm clouds also break up pouring rain yet another question without an answer graveside sermon ended the last leaves blown from a nearby tree 63 today nothing from here to the horizon but fair weather clouds start of a new season a book loaned to a new friend summer solstice the wind still cold right after morning prayers distant thunder mountain storm somewhere during its echo the thunder ends 60 today the full moon still rising somewhere in the graveyard birdsong mid-summer... she shares with me a ripe melon! also in the fog the scent of autumn cold dark night the warmth of her hand in mine snow and rain mixed my angry words and her tears death of an old friend my cup empty pelting rain on the car radio nothing but blues behind the man in the open doorway nothing but darkness the gap between the mountains filled with fog spring breeze between pages of an old book a crushed rose bedtime trying not to count maimed solders indian summer the viagra stock deflates no longer a mirror, this lake chasing geese into darkness late season christmas lights illuminate a golden buddha Fly, be afraid! No Buddhists in this house! after the fireworks... the thunder moon huddled cows their steam thickens the valley mist for a moment the gull in the air is very white leap year looking a her twins a squinting woman less cars in front of the brothels valentine's day on my smartphone mount fuji in the sunset morning coffee after the bell just the rain on the umbrellas ashes to ashes for just a moment the warmth of our tears cold rain almost summer... eating an especially ripe mango the evasive look of a teen without make up first buds her cooled tea in the middle of the table first snow evening tram her diamond on her nose a star more piercing in the autumn mist the blackbird's song asleep a golden dot on her ear bus forty one emptied fountain carried by the autumn wind silt scent March morning look eastward fukushima cold sun in the parliament their screams the silence of the rain april partner after the shower Winter storm a drop through the window Drop by drop Gusts of wind dancing together under a harvest moon autumn sun the footsteps of my father slower a darkest point in the snow ultrasound full autumn moon full moon after the pumpkin soup more rounded belly in the fog My breath is lost the evening train on the bridge people hurry summer rain snowfall the tea bag sinks slowly in water in my palm her bigger breasts winter sun December evening on the ultrasound screen as snow twilight winter the shadow of the scarecrow beyond the scope slowly advance beetle June storm the fullness of ripe melons... this summer moon full moon the shadow of her breasts lands on me Back to School still a bit high tide near dunes early March on the dog's carcass the first flies low tide - quartered in the fort the corpse of a dog sunset on the fourth glass the trace of a bird under cassiopée a cricket Around the Moon Slowly, the fog above crickets watch the moon move behind the oak Summer Wind calm water two swans frolic calm water Autumn freshness to feed a child eighty years summer leaves... remembering mother's dry skin Saturday morning under the cherry tree from Japan a pink puddle the Great Bear moving on water spring rain spring evening because we quietly near violets blue night violets invisible ex-girlfriend with a baby carriage spring rain tonight disrupts a moorhen the Great Bear first snow a clueless teenager died from an overdose new Moon nothing on the lake the cry of the moorhen low clouds listen snow sleepless night scents of apple pie my grandmother's kitchen photo album a mountain, the stone buddha... and cold food haiku written on the subway illegible Friday night the office of silence on my keyboard partner after the fireworks he marvels at the moon five am behind the thick fog the smell of fresh bread in the mirror the look of love of mother for his daughter who recites in the empty schoolyard only plastic bags are going the rounds on the neck the scent of her hands drink greedily a pen in hand it has its drain and I its strengths like last year cherry blossoms hides buildings open the window and smell the white lilac hatched tonight first day of spring stubborn icicles still hang on daybreak your kiss on the lip of a coffee cup ripples in the sand and then round in water low tide and then high fresh autumn breeze or the advance of age? forgotten tea... moonless night a cereus cactus opens blooms solstice sudden gust carp leap from pole to gulp the air wind chill beneath the monk's robe a naked monk screen of pine white silent glides we egret wings sand through fingers a tracery of palms midnight blue one silken winds i am wrapped in quietness of cottonwood seeds back and forth slowly grinding ink the weight of my words spring nightfall ink melts stone over the full moon and a rice field planted with stars fogged window a blend of green and gray - hot tea with milk morning fog dissolving cypress - sfumato slice of moon the scent of jasmine spills into thick darkness brilliant Venus drips from a gold crescent moon this night as the first the eve of thirty years veiled in ultramarine the rain in the yellow landscape September Lobster top with his eyes shaped buttons fixed me August all singers insects day and night a bit of wind on my bare shoulders smell of morning summer morning even green barley field surrounds the ruined abbey flowers cut early on the pavement moon day... a paper lantern floating down river tall grass curved with the nozzle flange midday vow of obedience high curved herbs in the harmattan sap flowing maple flank frost cracks red leaves the first to fall porto tonight Zen garden steles emerge from the sand another dead soldier tra i lampi it suono della cavalletta ancora un poco full moon - missing two evenings to its roundness her hair done sheltered from the north wind open grave it prolongs blower computer the cricket wait for morning the sun at the end of the branches Maple kissing you under a paper moon... the stars! children are float colored lanterns evening Hiroshima changing winds bring up your kite and the Dow summer solstice the longest days shorter written spring wind scattered the flowers of magnolia nineteen years in the antique shop the bottom of the empty cabinet the rays of the sun bow our heads passing under the lilac heavy snow the last note before she boards the bus cold winter morning pass between the shade of the maple and the moon nightfall follow the war on screen sleep without dream last moon before irradiation Hiroshima cool morning... your smile pasted on a coffee cup pissing in a puddle Droplets of moonlight On Her sandal indian summer the neighbor's daughter sunbathes Their beside empty pool chill night New fallen pear blossoms glow in the moonlight fresh cut lawn a dozen fireflies inspect the job windstorm the berry stains on the path amid war and rumors of war... Reviews another grandchild spring cleaning long neglected baseball cards see the light of day long night the waterfall's icy silence, gale winds the stone Buddha remains centered beautiful orange butterfly On His shoulder lands oblivious a monkey Listens a son own breath... autumn rain trembling the hair ribbon falls with inhibitions jury duty the clock pendulum goes back and forth summer breeze someone practices drums in the valley no rain the sound of crunched grass museum so hot the mummy hoodies summer rain drops down the lily leaf by leaf hail storm the golfers run for cover sax night... dreams in B flat entre thunder and lightning zero I rescue a mouse from the cat burnt steak watching my wife's ashes float by... autumn moon dentist chair Construction noise outside Memorial Day year old couple rereads The Letter Saturday night someone vomits beneath the blossoms evening RAIN- buying cherry trees online mid April the grass finally looks like grass noon sun someone playing scales we saxophone shaving I share the mirror with a spider spring flies Above my head buzz E flat starless Sky- dead batteries in the flashlight out of the fog- a barn with white painted butterflies Memories of You rice field in shadows... september moon paint peels off the old white house- March thaw Sami path Deep-even in snow- the blind horse spring day two hawks circle below the contrails spring rain cars slowly leave the cemetery japanese garden - the pouring rain on the stone buddha spring sun - the yellow house just painted leap year - the old man's cane left tracks wild life - a fly sticks in front of the TV traffic jam - Moon passes through the Earth's shadow guest room - the silence of the moon at the window incoming tide... your breasts rise and fall sleepless night - full moon has arrived to --other window winter darkness - Train runs last into the tunnel winter day - All Those nude statues in the park winter blackout - all the house full of night clear sky - year old man sweeps fallen leaves Tonight's quake - trees without leaves at sunshine empty room - the shadows of nails on the walls humid morning - has bee floats in the fountain autumn flowers - Old Men at the park Taking the sun back to school - the sun lights the orange juice humid morning... planting rice in a field of mirrors distant hurricane - in the middle of the rain a phone rings distant thunder - a businessman talking on cell phone spring rain - between she and me hundreds of drops monday morning - a white butterfly follows the train line after the quake a leaf falls on the patio waiting for the bus a street dog sniffs my shadow sound of the rain - after a while she calls my name window pane - at the end of my finger the cold moon spring break - colorful tents in the desert long trip - at the end of highway the moon early frost they postpone their wedding your reflection floating in a tea cup too hot to drink cityscape - the moon rises from a chimney waiting for the bus - at the end of the street sunset warm winter day - the smell of a new book factory wall - the smell of a new graffiti half yellow moon - workers talk about tortillas Valentine's day - the heart balloon don't enters the taxi trash can - flies and shadows of flies traffic jam - women talk about men in the radio abandoned car - accumulated leaves on the windshield sudden rain - fallen candies on the sidewalk harvest moon... a new song in the rice field empty square - no more Christmas lights new year light - dust of one day on the keyboard cold rain - thousands like me going to work monday dawn - the silence of traffic lights first frost - only two passengers speak... subway heat - the breeze of the arriving train traffic jam - another star appears in the sky waiting for the bus - my shadow also changes postures lightning at window - the stopped train in the storm windless day - a man whistling on the street a laborer sowing dreams in a field of stars traffic at night - she talks about cholesterol night of stars - moths circle the street lamp turn off the lights - the night outside and inside the room autumn cleaning - a desk drawer full of dry pens the taxi driver tells me about his life - autumn rain pigeons on wires - he tunes his guitar beside a pole autumn rain - a tattooed man sells permanent markers last season - the traces of the buttocks in seats night of stars - a white ball floats in the pool cloudy day - the horn of a yellow cab come morning, fish scales and the letter you didn't send short night - not for Marché Intérieur and mosquito Traffic noise he refines his guitar cloudy day - the rainbow flag waves on a balcony bus stop - a woman's perfume in the air subway window - she smiles at my reflection alone again - one plane flies to south another to north looking at her childhood photos my girlfriend older than me 24 hour store - jacaranda flowers fall day night morning sun - the long shadows of little stones crescent moon - she is cutting her nails in the garden laborers sink into the rice field .... autumn dusk night of stars in the next room my sick mother new year's balloons - the pregnant woman staring at the mirror cloudy sunset - a lone traffic light turns red soccer championship the winter moon on the stadium christmas lights the silhouette of trees in the dark winterscape - a traffic sign in the snow points to no way glass tower - the moon is part of the west facade crowded bus every passenger breathes the same autumn new yellow car autumn leaves on the windscreen bus window - she travels with the full moon on her head lanternless night... a woman too old to dream thicker dust on a little Buddha - early autumn sidewalk cafe on the empty seats fallen leaves dogs barking perhaps I was a cat in other life scent of rain in the open window no mosquito autumn wind a line of red traffic lights becomes sunset subway window she and her reflection cry at the same time 20 million city another street lamp into the night a line of traffic lights change from red to green summer full moon apartment tower a new letter for the dead neighbor washing my clothes somebody looks at me crescent moon almost dawn ... a young girl gathering eggs cloudy day a penny shines on the sidewalk open window the sound of rain interrupts my dream summer rain another me walks home under me flea market a still fly is part of the old clock with each sip from the bottle moonlight on my face fallen leaves some stars shine in the sky unemployed but I'm writing haiku about the rain waiting room stars appear one by one a line of ants the empire state building in the distance some passengers go some passengers come spring evening morning haze... a post office clerk opening letters winter roses I am tired of reading between the lines storm the monologue of every tree candle snuffer our eyes adjust to the smoke wisp the patter and hiss of gentle raining cloudlight lull reading into the braille of your goose bumps afternoon malaise slant light at the oranges bowl first day of school the house fills with the space between second hand ticks downpour the dead animal smell shifts toward memory dusk the last whistle of something as I turn on a reading light airport window the cloud of my breath as your plane reaches the clouds morning twilight ... the rice field in her eyes midnight moon afraid to turn another page in the no-name vine bluebirds at the red berries fresh snow the new neighbors with all the porch lights on night shift a quick break to look at the stars... freeze warning light from the arc welder brightens the night freeze warning the need to pee once we hit traffic freeze warning just enough change for coffee freeze warning from the end of the bar she looks back freeze warning a couple of homeless guys feeding seagulls dust distant thunder moves on sunday morning... her shadow on a clothesline porn shop each cock stares at her scrabble dictionary lighting one candle from another rusting nail the coffinmaker talks of price labor day- i dust of my resume that fart prayer fans all sermon long winter moon the manhole cover's warmth thaw a winter moth struggles against a spider thread skylight- a contrail crosses her line of coke antique store- the ocean loud in a seashell dusk songbirds' voices disappear too evening voices the window curtains flutter harvest moon... a shadow sorting laundry indian summer- rouging her cheeks as she waits for a drink food channel between commercials dinner burns evening service light beams into the night food channel between commercials, dinner burns autumn along the highway buzzards wait mountain cave from out of darkness the morning light after its first flight the young gerfalcon's talons tighter on my glove Slide the wrong in haikus for Peace - Almost full moon crowded tram at each station a flowering tree foggy morning... I wash by hand my white scarf passing dreams... the night scented laundry soap with day retreats - a moth tangle in my hair the basket Crayfish escapes... thought for my son a little before dawn still wind - Good Friday blood orange in pieces on the table after he left November the knife hits the vacuum meringue still night I sew a small tear heart-shaped till October elbows to the thighs the son of the virgin twenty years of marriage an orchid to another in cobweb Monday Snow not deleted not the factor after the demo she draws the map His vegetable garden to cockroach in my rice bowl... unaware of dawn February 4 - longer on the wall the blackbird full moon in the fields Clock all white February That him or the moon woke me up? open knife the pages of a book of haiku - Autumn evening foggy morning near bushes smell white flowers paper tired - your cool hands on my hips - Four bedroom alone tonight one drop after another somewhere pile of ironing - in the skirt of summer three pine nuts Wood entrance - debris earthenware toilet under the wild roses in bloom hail - the tip of the breast between the thumb and index cool autumn... wondering what an ant Thinks about after work nap - my hand on my breast the flight of clouds October morning - on the red boat the heron hung upside down the butchered deer further, snowdrops rising Sun she draws her mouth in the back school day third In His bag so heavy ten times the silence extreme unction the bellies gurgle Robin outside door ajar - garlands are illuminated to second winter morning - frozen blueberries my breasts so white! rue Saint Honoré tumbled from nowhere ginkgo leaf fireworks... shout for joy at the sight the glowworm in the clouds, a fish i have not seen before Juno Beach- my body in the sea, my mother to the edge toothache - Rooftop greenhouses pigeons May evening, wild carrots Exceed the horizon 11 de Marzo - en el carril of enfrente, silla de ruedas In the trash, a copy of the World still fresh January moon the thinnest skin Appears Red larch blue grass - dawn in the skylight tangled legs and snow cloudless full moon five fingers drumming on-a-drop-of-kidney blood-red in the jaws of the grab dahlia ah, cricket! the neighbors Ceased playing mahjong under the hawk by the Holy Spirit: a dunghill Best Of Mac Donald two red snails on fried way to school two cows bear with horns the sun in the trench the World War It grows tall grass falling rain continuous noise gray drops hospital night adds shadow it inside the dark night rain if alternate colors above the asphalt Water flowing takes away my thoughts a flooded river In bucket of water under the night sky moon reflected A pagoda elders in the woods wind blow summer rain... the mountain sinks into a rice field A "Juliet" in without glass headlights It has of a grass clump walking floor immersed in the frenzy stained vest chocolate liqueur filling warm shiver Pint of beer These drowns blissfully to fly Night Flight silver of the moon on the fuselage mosquito dead crushed red flower on the wall on the sides Scratch that it screwdriver many adhesives Fishbone it nose of cod looks away Bouquet on the lower leaves a snail Recurve nail One sign in the wall Quadro Vecchio high noon... fish in the marketplace gasping for water After the party colored garland hanging on the wall Cat sleep with his gray fur Snow sky Schumann concert the voice of the rain I accompanied Towards the dawn stridulates guffaws seagulls Winter night He squeaks Old Tram on Rails Field of flowers still lingers in the air smoke of burning deserted square the market remains silent and they are only Gallo's hand at sunrise from the east Liberation: the carcass of Panzer It is now flourished gives Gaza no tears eyes Moon Winter the stillness of That did not have moth reach the moon late summer in luggage autumn clothes sweltering heat chanterelles under moss garden wedding under the cherry blossoms the bride's blush deepens rainy New York from the tenth storey window black umbrellas bloom drunk on the beach- the moon for my sake cup Disappears Late winter - opening the saijiki to early spring faintly purple Against the moon - pines in the light the last light of day purple rhododendrons dissolves in the dark full moon only you at my window an empty face DID loneliness wipe away the last traces of passion? irises bluer hers in petals pressed entre pages of a book i never read wisteria - before blooming the end of rain through lace the tracery of frost on glass rain falls from the trees iris is the blue winter beach - three gray lines of sand, sea and sky winter - white peonies in falling snow last rose It has the curly leaves cold night old letter a circle Silver inside the envelope will winter I feel between two trains passing from the box He makes a peep golden star night wind the road only A can dawn haze - the bulbul's trills so clear winter solstice passing her bends the candle's flame bamboo depths... in carp circles your smile Cup of tea It is finally empty smoke of incense mist on the fields just is glimpsed the loose crumbling it breaks the silence the negra lullaby there over the pier after the rain en laundry Waving in the blue sky under the rain on the last step you turned Loaf of bread in a puddle bum has fishing Night Flight on the wings of aircraft Moon strips sunny day finally on the pine a cicada sky clouds only aircraft Blows engine empty street through the cat tail wind short night... thoughts of you and a paper thin moon sound of footsteps football has to a can Silence and then King in armor a mantle of snow on his shoulders Ghetto in the morning lined up, cold, against the wall in the twilight burn the moths lamp like every night the voices in the street lilac flower three petals fall from the purple coneflower... Almost Summer instant messages Moon Reveals blackberries Each night of herself fishing boats colors of the rainbow ash wednesday try trying to remember my dream japanese quake this godless spring tsunami speaking to her ashes entre summer moons snowy morn Reviews pouring another cup of black coffee shortest day flames dance in the oven Reviews another explosion in baghdad spring sun the kettle.filled with snow, hunger moon haze half the horse hidden behind the house low sun the lady in red one high heels advent the passing stranger farts tarn in a bubble the ice snowflakes new asphalt in the holes Crystal Night ' Gusts of rain outside humid day her shirt refuse to dry rain the sound of a horse galloping through leaves winter stars suddenly a whiff of perfume hungry half of the moon hidden rain another leaf down sharia the sound of one hand clapping the sound of geese drowned by the sound of the train this morning dark clouds a pigeon on the last streetlight the stench of a dead sheep in summer rain autumn sun my shadow over tombstones fly fishing the sound of the wind in the reel day moon her skin a half shade lighter december a long shadow joins another end of path snowflakes melting on the pond morning frost she leaves first on CNN if you listen carefully you can hear evening walk smell of tar between pines dachau a blue sky above the chimneys Deep autumn The apple colder In the tree. visiting the graves stronger the October wind at my grandparents' over the hedge a dragonfly east a bubble bursts on surface full moon memories of her floating in a leftover cup of tea rain the white lilac low my hand on her hip full moon summer grass my mother's rice paper skin laying in bed with dreams plucked from summer rain just you... and the scent of melon moonless night remembering her small breasts short night an egret standing knee deep in mud lakeside the fog makes the loon's call much more haunting twilight watching my shadow float downriver sipping more than just tea the moon in passing eyeing the apple at buddha's feet the farmer, planting corn under a pregnant moon drunk tonight an elixir of cherry blossoms and moonlight memories floating in a tea cup autumn moon his shadow passes me by the charcoal seller the potter's fingers wet with clay first rain saying the rosary a laborer planting rice rainy night her phone number in my wallet river road he stops to buy a can of worms cold night the clink of bottles in a grocery cart contemplating nightfall the stone buddha the offering in front of the stone buddha eaten by cats between two rivers, the echo of his mallet sunday afternoon a steam train pushes back the fog eating rice how many stars are in the sky? falling leaves a trail of clothing leads to the bed biting his nails, a little boy watches the outgoing tide cold night my reflection sipping coffee moon viewing just me and spider tonight the moose grunts.again. the nylon tent walls seem thinner moon viewing warming my hands with a cup of coffee all hallows eve stars paint the cemetery ground all saints day spent candles in the cemetery dark clouds a student drawing with charcoal egrets plucking shadows at dusk fading this autumn night the heron's legs sculpting clay, the potter at dawn master wind sweeping the temple zealously house cleaning the forest fire at dawn metal birds fly south to the forest fire steady rain she rants about her boss all through supper even my pee stays inside this cold winter night snowfall a milk mustache on my daughter's face geese honking children in the bathtub playing lakeside, below the egret a city of lights thousands of miles away, her first birthday fresh mango swimming across the moonlit sky a gray carp half moon darkness drinking from an alabaster teacup floating down river an egret's shadow dried wheat grass a bleached blond combing her hair no stars in the sky tonight hungry carp first frost warning - she no longer pours his coffee burning leaves this foggy evening two kinds of smoke waiting for winter eating rice balls under a full moon scooping steamed rice, the laborer at sundown windswept afternoon tea scent on my tongue thank you, mango for a moment i was somewhere else passing cars replace sheep this sleepless night reoccurrence of cancer no spring this year gentle on my window summer rain and his whispers rising falling, rising... in memory of Quentin Crisp: season of mists... a calling of wild geese arrows south afternoon card parties the rumor mill's farm system amber leaves caught between 'for sale' and 'sold' again and again - news of his wife's death old manor house each empty room has its own echo slender grasses and warm summer rain touching the buddha into dusk the white rose still whiter carousel music the little girl's smile comes round again winter ennui... coming down with a slight touch of clouds a ladder leans into the scent of apples... orchard fog brewing storm... how the clouds stir in my coffee skin mapping the familiar constellations on his back recycling old stories get a new twist at the rumor mill only the glow of a paper lantern new moon alighting on the edge of night barn owl brussel sprouts only the bitterness left on our table brewing storm... how the clouds stir in my coffee a touch of bluegrass... spring the noir of a beetle's carapace passing rain bobble and bounce of the last marshmallow... hot cocoa cutting flowers... a honeybee lingers in the empty space the first scent of pink jasmine open book wet wooly mittens drying by the hearth side the smell of wet sheep city hall scandal the town's rumor mill adds a third shift the rhythmic lift of her childbearing hips high tide another way out... a backdoor slammin' in the wind Beware of Dog only the wildest flowers go in there the visual feast of the first plum blossom hunger moon left behind his scent of aftershave on my cheek wolf call in the distance... ice moon the hollow sound of sacred earth landing six feet below mud-spattered pickup- four dogs watch the tavern door spring fever my heartbeat quickens through the avalanche zone spring morning- the urge to skip and the wisdom not to mid April even in the shadows the ice melts power outage hoarfrosted pines shimmer in moonlight red sky- our boat flag frayed by 20 summers rumble of thunder- slicing just-picked peaches for the pie spring fever my pockets full of old grocery lists spring rain I read his letters one last time the familiar wail of a common loon- your empty chair Thanksgiving evening the call of wild ducks out on the bay drumming rain a patchwork of dreams just before waking the trail narrows- every shadow a possible bear lingering grief- calls of southbound geese through misty rain that cricket - it's THERE or THERE! avalanche warnings - more tails of rain and radiation lingering light through the willows scent of rain obsidian night the white sound of rain a steady drizzle- all day the weight of things unsaid sleet ticking windows the chemo drip in its last hour evening shadows on the walls of the Alamo graffiti autumn chill faint chimes from our oldest clock dusty knickknacks I try to recall the scent of burning leaves midsummer morning the boat's gentle tug at the anchor an old woman with a lost look in her eyes chilled wind woodsmoke and fog along the river bank three trails meet winter returns one stubborn maple still drips ever.so.slowly searcher's call the lost child's name- streetlamps veiled with rain journey's end far off in the blue distance dark clouds ice moon- a berry branch forced into bloom avalanche warning- how very still this winter night our dusty truck- an Amish man walks barefoot across the village green that long-ago kiss and still Orion strides the winter sky bitter cold we don't chase the lone crow from the sparrow's food deepening snow she leaves our atlas open to her homeland warmed-over coffee the gray gray sound of winter rain 3:00 a.m. through sounds of winter rain the mail plane landing head cold - running out of tissue before noon no wind tonight across this reach of prairie all those stars sipping fresh cider both dippers among the far stars cool morning at the top of the rise deer pass in the fog meditation room books of wisdom lean left... and right turning north sand from both oceans in little jars the wind all night rips limbs from the trees- a long wait for dawn nearly 60 so many mountains around me still unclimbed a B-52 thunders over the bay blue heron lifting atop the high wall... the intertwining of barbed wire roses after brief rain... petrol rainbows appear on the tarmac patience. on the dock he sits beside a can of worms mist and rain- from the dark church we walk into light uphill country walk... on the verge wild plants thriving in a carrier bag fading light with its own tiny rainbow the lake's fountain recycling point... one bin's slot is sealed with a spider's web after warm rain... by the river the scent of garlic earth after the storm... stuck to the window two leaves side by side five counties, then at the horizon Betelgeuse concert in full flow... mingling with the music the smell of cooking washing-up done- through netted windows a fading sunset the silence between us- filled with sunlight early storm warning he sends the kids to the neighbors falling leaves more of the sky moon on the wane the sound of wings at dusk desert dream the sound of foghorns on the Solent ageing skin the warmth and softness of a baked apple open windows - all the contrails feathering spring clarity the local pub reveals its old name poetry books banished to the bathroom - spring cleaning solar flare - spring moon half-hidden in the clouds February rain - the word 'spring' on the Scrabble board February wind - the word 'crocus' on the Scrabble board thin ice he critiques her gravy in front of the guest sudden rainstorm my place in another world kept by a bookmark Satie - the rain eases Chinese market - a row of small gold buddhas share a smile pension plans the slow drone of a plane coming in to land strategic plan - the sound of distant foghorns light rain - water workers dig a hole in the road February sun - a street light still on in the daytime the smell of varnish lingers in the hall like winter Valentine's Day - recycling old gold grey day the only bright spot a red traffic light a hint of autumn that slight pause before she plucks her first gray hair cold rain the greengrocer stacks cabbages on cabbages a window frames the whole free world in one white gull between the Prime Minister's words birdsong new year fireworks in a misty sky late summer graffiti overgrown with ivy evening sky over fallen petals a dark rose a drop of ink - tadpoles wriggle on the water's surface spring storm - the grey dawn briefly luminous too soon the darkness your last words lingering in mist moon and mist night settles into silence and white breath sweltering heat the cicadas buzz louder during her hot flash my dead mother's voice on the answering machine ... again and again... summer sunset the slow glide of a heron into shadows young girls in fog the fleet movement of hands fluffing tobacco Chechnya blackened bones and ashes smouldering new leaves pattered by rain... cardinal song new year... a magpie turns over an old leaf chirping birds the instant I press the stop button Tonights light rainfall Wraps me in soft silence On my short walk home examinations... blank sheets as students observe the falling leaves marble moon... the staccato of high heels at rush hour right turn the clink of church keys at the tea party sampling my husband's home-made wine... autumn evening stuck in traffic dreaming of the monsoon in a far-away land at the window the drumming of rain... I catch up on sleep this morning the sun a fried egg on a plate of blue china doves on the TV antenna war on TV winter window closed to the cold - purple orchid sunflowers in bloom white flags marking bodies honeysuckle breeze someone honks when the light turns green I wake beside my daughter's sick bed a howling dog night of meteorites enjoying the sound of rain instead fall migration custom combiners harvest their way north in winter's wind the call of a friend who now has cancer harvest moon i gather my thoughts for winter autumn melancholy the click of mahjong tiles from the computer May clouds new names and dates in the family book apricot blossoms the birth of our first granddaughter blades of grass between the flagstones... Easter afternoon Monday moon the bent backs of rice farmers spring morning finding an old flame on Facebook spring evening an old love letter from my husband summer traffic four cars, a tractor and the full moon black ice dad's last radiation treatment mid February the first garden seeds display at the hardware store winter night too many stars above Gaza wall-to-wall clouds and the hum of flies summer dust dead-end road at the edge of the field a new-born calf harvest moon the sound of women pounding rice winter evening a teacup of mint and moon half moon on the river the sound of cracking ice falling snow... she brings his urn closer to the window attractive even in red an oak leaf autumn mist... what is she doing now my mother? September rain... unaware of any pain a peach falls early sign of spring snow shovels become half-priced sale items old temple but all my prayers are new murmurings in the old temple summer wind summer rain... drinking tea to the cadence of falling leaves warm afternoon a fly with nowhere to go flat moon... an aspirine tablet and a glass of water the teacup as empty as my evening a teacup to fill my afternoon my day measured out in teaspoons November moon the last ball of cheese in the fridge The New Millenium brought to my window two new icycles dark days of winter the dentist explains his payment plans first spring snow I release my soul in my first yoga class free floating a tide full of shell fragments and fireworks morning glories find their way to the sun on barbed wire at half-mast a butterfly passes by the still flag Origami Those stars. No more fish in the bay. apple slices- our last words in the knife's blade no more war two fighting beetles on a tombstone near the wall of the cemetery a condom during the vigil a withered flower on the tiled floor new age Luddite he buys a dozen paperback books a chill just before the drizzle wind chime notes rail track amidst the corn fields bisected infinity chasing bubbles near the floating moon a paper boat inching up on the rainwashed eucalyptus rising moon dusty haze at the sunrise time a yellow rose daylight in the winter haze a faint birdsong morning fog my new dahlias too look so faded between Lake Erie and the nuclear station fireflies a dew drop full of autumn light heavy leaves in the evening rain heaps of darkness dark days of winter the flat screen Christmas Yule Log burns bright in HD winter morning this egg and me in the kitchen persimmon tree mallards drink in its reflection migratory pelicans... the pollster presses for an opinion crescent moon a young mockingbird with its one song fever dream a bird chirps the refrain from the latin mass first frost another wish goes on their list first frost why did I never plant evergreens? harvest days a fat toad leaves the garden the coming rain bird calls echo along the creek early spring pallets of fertilizer on the loading dock dark days of winter another mailbox loses to the snowplow steeping tea no more or less of the thin snow first snow a dusting of flour in the cake pans cinco de mayo I walk downhill to watch the moon rise again spring storm overripe bananas in the kitchen evening thunder robin calls echo across the park the barn doors open dry leaves sweep into the muddy yard no moon the individual songs of crickets passing monarchs a few leaves flutter to the road cicadas at twilight finally it rains summer's end an orange sunset crayoned on the wall dark days of winter at my office window I watch the sunrise evening walk same flickering glow house to house Museum of Transport train, tracks and gravel the morning sun warms up the smell of creosote warm rain smells of tar, dirt, and snails a gull gliding out of the cloud's shadow - suddenly white freight train a load of snow going south low tide - the smell of a waffle at the water's edge the brand of salt his dress pants - man down frozen silence January lake - the "O" of a carp high tide - the edge of the salt at the foot of pants with a big pencil - the price strawberries portage trail Walked Where I walk Travelers ancient granite worry - the route of your nose on glass warmth - after sand galleries our hands are joined bedridden - between the pages of his book a golden butterfly Mass is over - the smell of incense perfumes chicken market Snow sky - buy a carrot for man newspaper - the tips of the beans on the obituary an island glossy swiped under the door Back to School - in the hundreds dead bread and butter - the baker finally seated in the miror - an earthy taste in mouth opening fishing fancy lures wrestling branches too at table it crumbles bread - blackbird's eye Army museum German helmets attached by the window - a blue like that our armchairs balm - to the source in the rain intermission - The death of the first act serves beers the snow outside in the house books - all the Colours Internet A spider in my glass wake all heaven for the Sunday painter - Before the storm short scale - his son tells the puddles after the rain on stone two dates and a core - hopscotch small town - the welcome wagon slowly rusts away Sunset They get up table To watch In the hall Open umbrellas Upside down presbyopic This big fish in the stall Since yesterday old book History of allergies Sneeze At the water's edge The first bikini blackhead gull Hypermarket Leek smell The radius perfume Carnival Cross on the stairs Spiderman winner of Bouquet She would have given The big blond Low tide night owls left Chips on the carpet broken bus shelters Supermodel escapes Glass fragments shortcut... the railway tracks still vibrating thick river ice his message in a bottle hasn't moved an inch Armistice It polishes the lion bronze Repair Reduced from Versailles Nail in the sole Low tide A crab in the castle My son Autumn leaves In front of the library Bouquet of flowers Filed against a tree In the rain button vest Little noise on the asphalt Moon so close Over the house The same cloud that year Almost lighthouse above the sound silence cancer ward - a yellow woman applies lipstick laundry encounter a plastic shark falls out of a bath towel early march snowstorm his kite hangs from the ceiling gathers dust seven samurai half the village burning while my son makes popcorn bare trees in patches of fog from here to the scarecrow wild fires in the mist the ashes grandfather's grave just another stone for the dragonfly a sleepless hour first the geese then the train fall clock the deer by the pond an hour earlier morning troubles it starts with a dead cricket in the spider web cotton fields the only white left is the snow it's as if winter is about to leave mom with the slant in her back and the sail in her hair eclipse the path of the sun blocked by billboards Presidents' weekend all that dirty laundry sorted by mothers ring around the moon I remember parts of a nursery rhyme empty bleachers a late night fog takes the field butterfly on the windshield another journey incomplete dead leaves and rust a few things remain in the fallout shelter early summer the ice cream truck makes another round carousel rider the pole still warm from her touch old cottonfields a long time between snows harmonica player he cups the cold in his hands our anniversary so many candle flames in the mirror new gravesite the persistent taps of a woodpecker desert highway in the rear view mirror blue flashing lights emergency broadcast we head for the storm cellar with a bottle of wine late spring each clock in the house shows a different time leaving home the warmth still inside my freshly ironed shirt gray drizzle for miles and miles this road I'm on liberty market one free pickle from the barrel christmas album every year he wears the same flannel shirt murmur of rain hard to catch the words when he talks in his sleep what if the flavor of burnt toast is in the fallen seed my desire for bitternut despite its name* moonless night a spoonful of darkness stirring my tea bullfrog chorus one a little louder than the rest lonesome train whistle... suddenly grandpa's mind becomes sharp again failed copy the real iris bluer than the photograph sad news the blur of reading through tears summer haze the thin gauze of her white dress pale legs under a white moon shivering aspen beach house a bit of sand in my tea beautiful blue the pattern in your eyes before death drained their color and left you in that vacant room to dream of open skies dark lamp shade squinting her eyes in low light to read your letter tuesday sunrise spilling grains of sugar in my black tea bitter quarrel the lingering taste of too many aspirin mother daughter lunch storm and thunder giant moon. all neighborhoods share the same yard light molten by a morning sun frozen cranes take wing one by one not breathing Japanese cranes pausing in the snow a hundred thousand spectators three laureates a moth flooded paddies floating rice shoots - relentless rain unmown grass in the cemetery - lighting bugs the colour of wind through pine trees must be blue saw grass bluebottles teeming on a white skull late afternoon the first cow heads to the barn porn shop- the graying clerk reads Hegel cold snap- her pause before each tulip young lake ice sings a tune more ancient than footprints Coltrane two floors up...floats out a window her hair brushed with moonlight... forty years ago another test another doctor visit long winter nights two moons on August 27th Mother's birthdate silence the moon breaks through the firework smoke tired new mom - brown leaves falling from the green trees baby two months in the forest, everything is new to me curly morning clouds half round the moon and me crossroads each "O" in stop has bullet holes mandala monk glance to his watch my kids room slow movements of a ladybug covered in dust! cloudy day daffodils heads down sunny spell so sensual the necks of daffodils how can he love so much? warm evening light on the waving dog's tail April city piss and apple blossoms chiaroscuro windmills brew the halo of the moon closed buds the rain is beating sunset two lonely poplars lean toward the east yellow daisy rocked by the wind stormy sky deep April snow robins fight over dried up crab apples before the storm - on the bitumen browned petals hibiscus herons beak key his image on the water surface gray night - On the glass shade a straw star November 1 while slowly butterfly is her sun spot last leaves red a butterfly takes flight close to the earth end of September gnawed through the sheet The blue sky a breeze the leaves fall on the petals district Airport under the streaks that fade flying heron autumn night in blue light a yellow rose white dew on the clover - Moon day Spring RAIN- after "Dear Ed" the paper still blank the cold wave sharp edges of halfpipe - last day of the year - Traces of sleds rusty in the snow yesterday drizzle September slow fall of a leaf against the black trunk sun behind the cloud a small hot pumpkin in my palm muffled sounds seconds wings throttle the Danube flows in the direction of the blade a white boat cool morning Ball chestnut well closed the trough and crest bump against the rocks the sky after the storm the sea is calm a butterfly flutters above the rocks not bloomed yet the field of sunflowers the nearly full moon summer twilight the clock ticks twice for each cricket chirp tornado alley the debris includes foreclosure signs old mill town each company house a carbon copy long winter night after chapter six the tea is cold first cold snap all the quilts still at the cleaners Christmas morning grandpa explains that yo-yos don't need batteries rain on the river– when does white become its darkest colour Kirkstone Pass a sheepdog gathers its part of the world mistfall the swansongs of orb spiders dark news the comfort of crows moonless night- out on the island someone lays on the horn hard frost- the snail-hammerings of a song thrush 700,000 olive trees remember the butterfly family home the grain of the wood enters his hands dark news the comfort of crows sleep disorder the gas station lights keep me company the half-truths in a well-lit room midnight's rain first morning the marks of a moth in old laundry a lamb's cry scudding clouds over the cemetery wall train whistle a blackbird hops along its notes the moon is broken Battersea Power Station from a train window harvest moon in the heartland her laughter still fills the kitchen Valentine's Day my wife reads up on Henry VIII zombie debt- the practised slice of a bread knife lime quarter an ice cube collapses over jazz lullaby of rain another pinch of saffron in the pumpkin soup woodfire flickering in the silence corralled horses thunder snow the wind-shifting scent of fox Gare du Nord the slow change of snow on fake fur fighting illness- the darkness before the light of the new year bag of beer snail trails leave it from all directions sunday lunch the chatter of children among hard drinkers ebb tide- they suddenly have cold feet the night train passes along the mountain trail garlic snores the rain almost a friend this funeral October wind sweeping cobwebs from the wood pile dusty knickknacks mother's whole life on one shelf sunlit helmet the young soldier's eyes invisible endless rain without opening a crocus falls evening coffee— wisps of fog rise from the bayou the lilac in bud— a cloud with storm in it swells over the bay partly cloudy— I remember the face but not the name intertwined in my washing machine, my daughter's bras and the jeans of her latest boyfriend false hope a film of oil carries bent rainbows downstream whiskey moon— a morning after at the bottle’s end a lake brimming with mountains— trout ripple the sky mother-in-law's face on the biggest pumpkin harvest moon untwisting the rose bud spring rain fireworks gone Orion's beauty remains in the stillness solitary walk - at nightfall the flash of distant fireworks stroke of midnight the blast of foghorns along the coast after the rain I check the growth of each tulip a lost dream cellular phone on the night train Sunday morning smells of French toast and cinnamon... drip.drip.drip.drip.drip. the anticipation of maple syrup How thin the moon! the scent of lilacs grows fainter... divorce hearing we talk about the rain daybreak the train graffiti drips autumn dew the slow drift... sunbeam across an empty room in her eyes the end our date the moon as she yells stillness of the ficus in the lap of a stone Buddha fresh snow divorce proceedings our bed gets bigger and bigger silently day becomes night in this childless house picking up his toys still in my funeral clothes the very last time