rushing the season?

barefoot

the earth

pushes back

While we're on the subject . . .

Mother's Day

something sexy

for his wife

(Lest we forget. Published at temps libre)

another for mother

(Still not talking about anybody we know)

Mother's Day

she tries not to hide

her disappointment

mother

shaking her head

before she reads the menu

Mother's Day

(Of course, I don't mean your mother.)

dusk

dusk

the brook becomes

its sound

(Published in World Haiku Review)

desert

desert lightning

the thunder

we don't hear

(Published in World Haiku Review)

starry

starry night the darkness between fireflies

(Published in Acorn #20)

later

days later . . .

the quarrel

where we left it

(Published in Chrysanthemum)