Moon

 

waning autumn moon

slips through my bedroom window

when my back is turned

Battered

 
 
 

battered grass and weeds—
 
the mystery of autumn
 
after seven frosts

Blessing

 
 
 

Blessing the children—
 
one more time the grandmothers
 
raise their wrinkled hands.

Arc

 
 
 

rainbow
 
after the great flood
 
Noah’s arc

Lightning

 
 
 

haiku warrior
 
three lines slashed on rice paper
 
thunder and lightning

 
 
 

a red tricycle
 
left among the autumn leaves
 
empty crib tonight

Sanctuary

 
 
 

sanctuary
 
in the new-fallen snow
 
the path you make

Threnody

 
 
 

It is hard sometimes
 
to make haiku out of straw
 
or songs from stubble.

Raindrops

 
 
 

On a dusty way
 
grains of sand become raindrops—
 
pilgrims fill their cups.

Ahab

 
 
 

Someone carves dolphins
 
on every island palm tree—
 
Ahab stalks the whale.