Haiku
I
fallen petals—
the black rain
in Baghdad
II
summer days—
inked into darkness
Najaf
III
row upon row
white crosses
stretch into spring sky
IV
bits of green
dot the snow-covered garden—
winter meeting spring
V
waking to rain chattering in my attic
VI
alone no wine silence of bright moon
VII
crescent moon drifts through the lake two worlds
VIII
moonlight resting upon my face mother's hand
