Peeping-Tom Cold Moon,
 
you’re peering in my window—
 
I close the curtains.

 
 
 

The first-quarter moon
 
shines through my kitchen window—
 
every dish lights up.

 
 

With strident voices,
 
three crows outside my window
 
revile the rainstorm.

 
 

A casement window
 
opens to the summer sea—
 
salt and light drift in.

 
 

The strawberry moon
 
slips through my open window—
 
listen, bullfrogs sing!

 
 

white bowl, purple plums,
 
song sparrow at my window—
 
kitchen pilgrimage

 
 
 

Hear the winter wind!
 
It howls outside the window
 
like a cat in heat.

 
 
 

A narrow window
 
affords an expansive view
 
on a winter’s day.

 
 
 

Winter storm warning—
 
a white cat in the window
 
purrs contentedly.

 
 
 

Pandemic lockdown—
 
sunlight sneaks through the window
 
for a quick visit.