a slow day at work,

I peek out the window

watch

as the snow

fills my thoughts

Presence 66

day moon ...

a red-winged blackbird

circles back 

The Heron’s Nest Sept 2020

impatient,
I await her 
response to my text …
a fly hovers over 
the fruit bowl 

Ribbons, Winter 2020

river path ...
a growing crowd

of loners 

Presence 67

he asks me 

when the pandemic

will end —

I study the slope

of his shoulders 

Frameless Sky 12

measured in light years,

the night sky

again tomorrow 

is/let March 2020

a gust of wind

billows the curtains —

I inhale 

a full breath 

of spring 

hedgerow 131

Rubber-Ball Days: A Chapbook of Lockdown Tanka

 

adrift at sea

the god we pray to

waves 

weird laburnum May 2019

a rainbow

in the oil slick

blackened trout 

Presence 65

her dying

wish to travel

winter breeze 

Presence 65

no filter

for the noise

next door

the bug screen

gathers dust 

hedgerow 128

a bomb. like he had. no idea. 

Bones 18

falling asleep

on the late evening

train

my uncle rides 

into his shadow 

Presence 65

too lazy

to clean the house

for guests

I polish

my social smile 

Bamboo Hut Winter 2020

a lifetime

of protest votes

day moon

Noon 15

an outburst 

from the bleachers...

summer moon! 

Modern Haiku 50.3

mountain path ...

I slip a little

into the past 

The Heron’s Nest, Sept 2019