a gust of spring wind…

a gust of spring wind
last winter’s leaves fly up, up
revealing Buddha.

published in Buddhist Poetry Review

Half Hidden

Half hidden, half moon.
Paying attention to mind
playing hide and seek

published in the Buddhist Poetry Review

spring gone.

kite leaning
against my window
falling snow

early morning breast feeding

With his tongue out
the little boy

catching snowflakes

winter night

winter night
two trains pass
falling in love

dark winter sea

dark winter sea
the lonely ringing
of a buoy

from her silence

from her silence
one perfect lotus

With his tongue

With his tongue out
the little boy

catching snowflakes

gust of wind

Gust of wind.
The snow’s silence broken
by the hermit’s wind bells.

the old man shovels snow

the old man
shoveling snow
black bird on a wire

fresh snow

fresh snow
making snow angels
my 46th birthday

trying to quit smoking

trying to quit smoking
i give away
my second pack today

full moon

the full moon
caught in the
child’s eyes

fresh flowers

flowers on the altar
a small boy touches
the buddha

incense smoke rises

autumn morning

first autumn morning
woodsmoke
above the temple

she’s coming home

she’s coming home-

                     how slow the moon moves
                                         across the sky

a man & a woman

a man & woman
at a stoplight
future lovers

snow falls

snow falls
all night long
I walk

I dreamt

I dreamt I was an ax,
in the buddha’s hand,
glint of moonlight

higher!

higher! higher!
higher! higher!
– little kite

tonight’s moon

tonight’s moon
showing off
two lover casting shadow

scent of rain

the scent of rain
through my open window
tea kettle whistling

waist deep

waist deep
I call to her
from the dark

engine running

engine running
a car honks
in the rain

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this isn’t really a haiku or a senryu but a word picture, it allows the reader to fill in the rest of the poem.

scattered by a dog

scattered by a dog
a pile of wet leaves
autumn cold

arguing

arguing
the buzzing street lamp
yellows their faces

geese honking over head

geese
honking
overhead
the last
one
the

loudest

inside the church

inside the church
the parishioners miss
the Robin’s sermon

cooing baby

cooing baby –
how melancholy
the old bachelor

Even for…

Even for the train
and it’s lonely conductor,
a rising moon.