late autumn
we finally buy
a grave
Haiku Foundation Haiku Dialogue
1/16/21
Tag: aging
Slowing Down
slowing down
this year I plant
a little less basil
Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal
5/1/21
Home Run
home run
a grandson teaches papa
how to hit the ball
The Prune Juice Book of Senryu Celebrating Ten Years 2010-2019
Published 2020
first appeared in Prune Juice: A Journal of Senryu #25 2018
#25 2018
Irish Stew
Irish stew
stirring up memories
of my grandmother
The Prune Juice Book of Senryu Celebrating Ten Years 2010-2019
Published 2020
first appeared in Prune Juice: A Journal of Senryu
2017 # 21
Living Will
tinywords
July 10, 2020
Evening Romance
Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu
May 2020
That Last Time
that last time
she picked flowers-
morning dew
Haiku Foundation – Haiku Dialogue
Seeing Beyond Seeing
Feb 5 2020
New Snow
new snow
covers the old swing
silent sparrows
ESUJ-H (English Speaking Union of Japan)
February 2020
All My Rough Edges
tinywords 19:2
October 11, 2019
Psalm 92:2
A blanket of gold leaves covers the lawn today. The morning light glitters in the few left on the cherry tree. We still have not had a hard frost and purple sage continues to bloom. Almost everything else is gone to seed and the birds are eating well. A comfort to have their company. A chill comes through the window. If autumn is a symbol of our inevitable demise, it is a beautiful one. Each year, I am a bit less afraid. Maybe I am going home.
dawn
a door opens
to a flower garden
Red River Book of Haibun Vol 1
2019
