silver splinters
the night sky—
one Mississippi

in the pumpkin patch
an "i love you"
makes me blush

stood up—
the owner
offers me tea

he paces outside
her door
long-stemmed roses

the rose dies
but the letter remains
true love

laying in green grass
the warm sun
is my blanket

blue kool-aid lips
the 6-year-old
asks for a candy bar

paints spill
the colors blend
into a sunrise

spring invasion—
floral soldiers
in yellow uniforms

Mom and dad’s disappointment
at report card on the table
I count the floor tiles

he tosses
the snowball...
at his secret crush

a lonely leaf
waiting—
like me

bouncing baby
bobbles towards me
I forget my to-do list

sun’s warm beams--
the flower
opens its petals

full moon
hiding
from nothing

bonds broken
netween mother and child…
I touch my bellybutton

the world against me…
I rise up and
go on living my life

cold afternoon
chapped hands cradle
a cup or tea

under the colored leaves
together—
your lips for mine

frozen house—
the silence
is dreadful

the slipper fits
true love
or luck

in a sleeping bag
our bodies snuggle
in a sleeping bag

in this chaotic world
love still
exists

the trees
tremble in the wind—
your sleeping eyelids

the trail
tapers off too soon-
beyond it the horizon

I ask him a question
he continues to read—
bronze man

switch turned to on
a small flame is born—
gas stove

thunderboomers
minus
the thunder

snow covered house—
empty silence
broken by my favorite song

pregame “Our Father”
each whispered word
thick with tension

cherry blossoms
don’t taste
like cherries

the maestro
makes music
between the sheets

hair dripping
we laugh and dance
in the downpour

baiting her hook and
unhooking her fish—
one proud father

under the table
I slip you my hand
childhood lovers

secret carnation
tag on the stem
forever yours

barren trees—
a lost leaf twirls
and lands next to a broken twig

goodnight…
again I dream
of slithering skin

open window…
the train rolls
through my dream

on hand and knees
with a bucket and brush
our time

bad times
and hard days…
you were there

willow branching into
a placid pond—
fish play in the trees

spring morning—
bird’s nest
gets crowded

bouncy ball
college students
in the grass

a stagnant fountain—
loose-necked geese
walk the surface

my husband watching
our little son—
two miracles

toothless grin…
her tongue runs over
her smooth gums

sunrise. . .
sunset. . .
still no word

lecture hall…
my hangnail becomes
more interesting

Chinese buffet
the squid’s tentacle
jiggles on my plate

the new born’s bo dy
sh akes…
hic cups

summer rain
warm hearts
in this sea of blankets

wind in her hair
as she smiles...
no training wheels!

can’t find the words
teammates still know
I’m their leader

flowers blossoming…
through a bitter smile
I wish them luck

starless night. . .
I find them
in your eyes

little maps
of some animal—
footprints in the snow

strawberry seeds
in my teeth
a cup of yogurt

the sun sets
we pedal
home

no power…
my hand guides me
to the bathroom

the first date
he brings her
a bunch of daises

July afternoon
a hot fudge sundae
with 2 spoons

ice cream sundae
two cherries
two spoons

babysitting
after another explanation
she asks why

late night drive
our voices
and the radio

summer night
bare feet dance
in dewy grass

after the dream
wanted:
missing haiku

thinking
of haiku
he draws a

dappled light falls
across charred wieners
barbequing