watching the snow fall
a faint lullaby
from the other room
Tag: utah poets
dark winter sea
dark winter sea
the lonely ringing
of a buoy
fresh snow
fresh snow
making snow angels
my 46th birthday
traveling through falling snow
traveling through falling snow,
the same snow making her cheeks wet,
what rapture
full moon
the full moon
caught in the
child’s eyes
a man & a woman
a man & woman
at a stoplight
future lovers
the old prostitute
the old prostitute
filled with remorse
at my front door
arguing
arguing
the buzzing street lamp
yellows their faces
geese honking over head
geese
honking
overhead
the last
one
the
loudest
cooing baby
cooing baby –
how melancholy
the old bachelor
haiku
drip, drip, drip
the slow melting winter’s library
row of icicles.
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distant thunder
distant thunder
brings hope
midsummer heat
after the thunder
after the thunder’s rumble; a car alarm.
from a hill
from a hill I watch
the tall grass sway
but what of the dragonflies?
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a red balloon
a red balloon
floating through traffic –
walking, she pulls me closer.
the storm has passed
the storm has passed –
the ground is strewn
with lovers
lovers part
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.watching the light fade out my bedroom window, drinking some tea. I took this photo with my cell phone and knew it would work for a senryu. How things change so quickly, like the fading of the light every evening and those small things we do with our lovers like quietly drinking a cup of tea.
Sweltering night
Sweltering night
the tick of a clock.
ER waiting room
day after a break up
the day after heartbreak –
I still imitate the Easter bunny
for a little boy –
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this haiku was written this morning, for my friends little boy Joseph, I just had broken up with my lover the day before, In a strange way it made the heartache that much more, ” The world is so beautiful, because its difficult.”
making love
making love
under a bright moon
sound of waterfall
or
making love
on the old porch
-rain sounds
Dim moon
dim moon
in between a row of houses
playing hide and seek
cold night
cold night
she calls him home –
his mother’s white breath
O
O how things have changed! the first crocus bloom.
late winter day
late winter day under a two kite sky; our white breath .
heavy snow
heavy snow
erasing everything
even my name
instruction manual
in praise of small things 
