Tanka

                                          through stained glass windows
                                          rainbow lights for the bride
                                          reciting the vows
                                          I slip my hand in yours
                                          saying words said years before

Stylus Poetry Journal March  2003

Haibun

                                             WINTER DAWN

Neither birds, nor wind, nor humans moving in the smoky grayness.  A duvet of white spread across the landscape.  All shapes softened, angles rounded. Fences and obstacles obliterated opening the way to forever. 

                                             a chugging plow

                                         begins the climb uphill–

                                             feet on the cold floor

 

Contemporary Haibun Online, April 2012

 

Haiga

Haiku Reality, June 2011

Haiku

                                        blizzard winds
                                        skeletal trees
                                        rooted in snow

Taj Mahal Review December, 2008

Haiga

Haigaonline December 2011