a gray squirrel
munching seeds...
winter fog

V
luminary night-
after caroling I practice
my runway walk

(WHA- 95-th haiga contest)

Happy Holidays!

just the beak
from a wren in the wood pile-
my godmother's quilt

hushed night
a little girl dreams that
she has seven sisters


(http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/pleiades/)

NaHaiWriMo#2o

full hunger moon
crushing
wild onions

full snow moon
I am drowned by
the tide in me

pruning wild plums
the thorns tame
me

empty school yard
from above the cross guard's post
Orion surveys it

late morning coffee
...glimpsing an opossum
on her way home

dawn already...
the old Moon is still
courting Venus

winter winds
red from the nandina's berries
spills over the leaves

rather tired
of my baking
both the blue jay and I

the last drop
from the icicle
the sun inside it

icicles align
with tree trunks - flawless
winter asana

this holiday
I feed my soul
with snow and Europe

my eyes do not blink
my lungs don't exhale

every bit of me
hungry and greedy
fills up with memories

shoals of snowflakes
the call of the ground
unheard

brittle now
the rope of poison ivy
--white winds

morning spark
along with the sky
a girl is blushing

morning-
above the still world
colors crawl

tired from waiting

the snow, the fallen leaves hug

an eager snowdrop