searing heat
pours in the open window
while I clean

life is change--
like changing your clothes
in the public
of your own mind

what is hidden,
in the light of the blue moon,
is laid bare.

awakened at night,
I see shadows not perceived
in Standard Time.

tenderly
the rain falls; and
prayers rise

i move through;
drifting past a forgotten
familiarity

The Heron

silver and airborne,
I spot it as I drive past
swerving to avoid me

I hear the music
but I am powerless
to play the tune

interweaving pattern
unrecognizable but
from a distance

twilight intonation--
the muted sound
of silent mourning

the searing radiance
of complete love--realized
through reasonless gift

glowing like a ruby
it shimmers; lingering;
just out of reach

Midsummer
dons her wedding dress
patchwork fields of Queen Anne's Lace

the earth trembles
in a deafening roar--
biker weekend

is it a sin
to compose haiku
during Mass?

on a hot day
a woman fans herself
another wears wool

grey haired woman
on a hot July day
in a wool shawl

dog growls
runs down the driveway
timid deer