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leftover summer grass
... horses browse
through crusted snow | tempslibres |
old leather saddle
cherry colored and shiny
smells of horse | tempslibres |
the same moon
shines on us both --
these cold sheets | tempslibres |
last leaves
shaking on a branch
late migrators | tempslibres |
Back from the garden :
"lots of beans
zucchini" | and a haiku |
greyness –
of the chocolate fish
crunching a bite ... | tempslibres |
retirement home
my mother talks to me
about the one with the gray hair | tempslibres |
under the red trees
from the busty blonde
the perfume | tempslibres |
this autumn morning
in the mirror
my father | tempslibres |
rooftop firepit
sparks mingle
with the stars | tempslibres |
winter moon
"the cold
clear | clanking" |
Standing silently
In autumn rain
The old cypress | tempslibres |
tuning out the news
on the back porch
barn swallows | tempslibres |
winter sunlight
on rumpled linen
those slow hands | tempslibres |
jasmine
beneath the stars
his blue eyes | tempslibres |
wine sapped moon
the distance beyond
her lover's wife | tempslibres |
ferocious storms
wakened by the wet
of a dog tongue | tempslibres |
winter sun
the slow drip-drip
of an icicle | tempslibres |
starry night
a million words
unspoken | tempslibres |
the last of the boxes
finally moved out
cloud covered sunset | tempslibres |
handing off the keys
a chill wind hustles
the end of April | tempslibres |
all the birds
unnamed on the fence
spring rain | tempslibres |
labor day
and still
no labor | tempslibres |
open jalousies
the missing scent
of his cologne | tempslibres |
wine moon
the heat in the kitchen
so close | tempslibres |
sunny afternoon
sand swept
behind the door | tempslibres |
middle of the night
on a wicked wind
passing news | tempslibres |
morning stillness
a bird song
I've never heard before | tempslibres |
sunday sermon
children's voices
mix with the choir | tempslibres |
Mother's Day
everytime
she calls | tempslibres |
heavy rain
a darkening sky
behind her face | tempslibres |
summer storm
the estate sale next door
continues on | tempslibres |
Sunday afternoon
bittersweet chocolate
and swapped addresses | tempslibres |
Sunday dusk
a last wine bottle
piled in the trunk | tempslibres |
Boston news
a crazy day and yet
that butterfly | tempslibres |
dockside fight
french fries in a pile
of seagulls | tempslibres |
habemus papam!
I've always loved
Latino men | tempslibres |
internet break
the smell of rain
and boggy earth | tempslibres |
shortcut. . .
the railway tracks
still vibrating | tempslibres |
past midnight
public television
lights up the room | tempslibres |
warm drizzle
cinnamon buns
and tea for two | tempslibres |
distant thunder
a whiff of
foreign perfume | tempslibres |
autumn morning
dew-drops dripping
from a cane pole | tempslibres |
autumn sun
hidden in the flower bed
mushrooms | tempslibres |
Indian summer
the baby in the back seat
mine for a week | tempslibres |
waning moon
my parents visit
comes to an end | tempslibres |
morning mist
his wallet and keys
missing again | tempslibres |
making a u-turn
clear in the rear view mirror
autumn afternoon | tempslibres |
graveside service
slipping from Grandma's book
pressed wildflowers | tempslibres |
middle of the night
my fingers tick tick ticking
a hot flash haiku | tempslibres |
"hot
humid day"
a jazz station plays | cool tunes |
night watch
the ex boyfriends house
on google earth | tempslibres |
autumn wind
another leaf flutters
from the pile | tempslibres |
standing alone
under a double
rainbow | tempslibres |
summer rain
the missing scent
of cologne | tempslibres |
summer twilight
push mowers stop
for crickets | tempslibres |
this sense
when first we met—
blue hyacinth | tempslibres |
predawn crows
—I argue
with my therapist | tempslibres |
climbing rose
the cut marks
on his wrist | tempslibres |
drying shed—
a hint of thyme
in the onions | tempslibres |
long blue tail
of a damselfly
kite festival | tempslibres |
sun striking
the hour glass—
spring equinox | tempslibres |
the weight
of the muddy river
jerry-can on her head | tempslibres |
morning fog
in the mangroves
temple gong | tempslibres |
first rinse of the rice
a wild scurry
of clouds | tempslibres |
silent flight
of a raptor
your breath on my neck | tempslibres |
summer sun
each spoonful
a taste of cayenne | tempslibres |
far side
of the moon—
that stolen kiss | tempslibres |
wood knot
in my pocket—
fog over water | tempslibres |
a long wooden pier
at the end
a glimmer of light | tempslibres |
red moon
the calligraphy
of charred trees | tempslibres |
the bent nail
where garlic hung . . .
winter moon | tempslibres |
heat haze
the miles
of boundary fence | tempslibres |
a few notes
from an untuned piano...
autumn rain | tempslibres |
old pond
oil slick rainbows
slip in | tempslibres |
temple looting
another buddha
loses his head | tempslibres |
white dawn
a moon crab sinks back
into sand | tempslibres |
winter beach
i throw a stick
for no dog | tempslibres |
beer garden table
the blurred edges
of many circles | tempslibres |
retirement home —
the same pot of coffee
sitting all day | tempslibres |
Saturday morning drizzle . . .
a driving lesson
with my dad | tempslibres |
after each haiku—
the pencil
a little shorter | tempslibres |
cup of tea ---
the moon still
until i sip it | tempslibres |
fresh sawdust
among the birches --
his bent shoulders | tempslibres |
discarding
the tea leaves--
distant thunder | tempslibres |
scent of roses --
counting the stars
one by one | tempslibres |
thunderstorm --
a shadow pauses
at the gate | tempslibres |
autumn moon
the burn of the whiskey
you left behind | tempslibres |
in the churchyard
where my father found god
bruised apples | tempslibres |
forgetting his voice
my dad’s apology letter
crackles in the fire | tempslibres |
dad's suicide
a candle burns away
its shadow | tempslibres |
slow dancing --
snowflakes swirl to the sound
of silence | tempslibres |
dead of winter
blossoming in the darkness
my breath | tempslibres |
midnight coffee
a spoonful of sugar
stirred into the darkness | tempslibres |
sleepless night -
in the distance
midnight express | tempslibres |
visakha moon
smell of incense
from another room | tempslibres |
Indian summer-
farmer's
cracked lip | tempslibres |
starry night. . .
counting out my pills
for chemo | tempslibres |
gone...
the space between us
filling with wind | tempslibres |
ebb tide
giving and taking
a yellow plastic spade | tempslibres |
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