sunrise

Easter sunrise

the play of light 

on the ceiling

Happy Easter to those who observe it, and best of the day to all.

maiden aunt

my maiden aunt

the upright piano

no one ever played

This is the one that was published in A Hundred Gourds. The editor, Lorin  Ford, did not choose this one over the other;  this is the one I sent her.

I'll add a comment after I've given you a chance to make yours.

grandmother's house

grandmother's house

the upright piano

no one ever played

A slightly different version of this (which I'll post in a little while) was published in A Hundred Gourds.

For Gillena

good news –

instead of snow cold rain

this night of spring

This grew out of my response to Gillena's comment on "past." (March 25)

past

past the equinox

but these old bones

say "winter"

moving

moving day

I walk through

your echoes

First published in A Hundred Gourds

storm warning

storm warning

but who will warn

the daffodils

Posted as a comment at Jem's delightful blog March 6, 2013

March 21: World Poetry Day

world poetry day

I try to tell

the wind

before & after

before & after

the vernal equinox

winter wind

Left,  just moments ago, as a comment on Polona's blog. I recently observed that Polona has quietly been taking her place among our finest haiku poets. Get to know her, if you haven't done so already.

interstate

interstate

the vacancies

of winter rain

First published in A Hundred Gourds

childhood

childhood home

not as tall as

I used to be

Left as a comment at John McDonald's blog. If you are not familiar with John's blog, check it out. John writes his haiku in both Scots and standard English.

wind and rain

I like this one by Frank Williams. You can access his blog by clicking on "Frank Williams" in the list to the left

bitter wind . . .

we take refuge

in a betting shop

I was motivated to this response, based on how things were with me 35+ years ago:

sudden rain

I look for a bar

to stay dry in

It's a special kind of pleasure when another poet's work inspires my own. 

habemus papam

habemus papam

waiting for the smoke

to clear

3/13/13 7:42 AM EDT

the way

the wind blows

black smoke

laetare

Laetare Sunday

at the kiss of peace

I hug my wife

Laetare Sunday occurs halfway through Lent; it was observed yesterday, March 10. "Laetare" may be translated "Rejoice!" The kiss of peace is a point at which worshippers wish one another the peace of Christ. The "kiss" is usually a handshake or something of the sort. But those in more intimate relationships – married couples, family members, close friends, etc. – may actually kiss. 

I posted this yesterday as a comment at Gillena's blog.

centuries

This morning at Monika's excellent blog, I came across this ku. It was in French, but I translated it into English, and, with Monika's permission, I share my translation of her poem with you

cardinals in Rome

their secret discussion

of transparency

The ku inspired a comment, which took the form of a monostich, or one-line poem – in this case, a senryu

the Church thinks in centuries not this one

between

between Popes

I look for my place

in the Missal

Missal: A book containing the texts used in the Catholic Mass throughout the year. Many Catholics "follow" the Mass in the missal, a practice going back to a time when the Mass was in Latin; by providing an English translation, the missal let us know where we were.

don't blame me

March 7: Snow today and more snow on the way

don't blame me

says the groundhog –

it's climate change! 

winter heat

winter heat

pushing down

the covers

Shiki Kukai, February 2013; assigned topic "cover"

This is a ku about apartment living, especially where the thermostat is set by an external force, giving the residents no control over the heat levels in the apartment. Or, welcome to my world.

figure skater

figure skater

the years of practice

in her smile

First published in A Hundred Gourds