midday hush –
the rasp of a mallard
calling his mate

~ The Heron's Nest

spring sun—
cedar waxwings fill
the leafless plum

~ The Heron's Nest

first meditation class –
he begins by gazing at
the blonde's navel

~ Simply Haiku Senryu Section

monkshood bloom ~
the whine of mosquitoes
seems diminished

~ Modern Haiku

garage cleaning day
my father's fishing pole
coated in dust

~ tiny words

rain shower—
too big to squeeze
between the drops

~ World Haiku Review

day's end—
the long shadow
cast by a pebble

~ tiny words

campfire talk—
light flickers among
the shadows

~ Simply Haiku

wine glasses touch—
the top button of her blouse
not undone

~ Contemporary Haibun

campfire embers—
moths flutter in and out
of the light

~ contemporary haibun online

splash!
ripples shatter
the moon's reflection

~ contemporary haibun online

lucky moon—
even when waning
no one replaces you

~ contemporary haibun online

late spring romance—
a thorn bush flush
with rose buds

~ Haiku Harvest

church steeple —
spruce bows sag
under the weight of snow

~ Simply Haiku

once purple—
the gray thistle slumps
toward earth

~ World Haiku Review

where only yesterday
I heard the owl's mating call—
golden trees

~ World Haiku Review

relationships—
old game trails criss-crossed
with fallen leaves

World Haiku Review

divorce—
things hers, not his
his, not hers

World Haiku Review