Haiku
the fire
fades in a dying wolf's eyes
new moon
mid-autumn
festival in Toronto...
the full moon and I
between
whiteness of sky and earth
a black hearse moving
first
snowflakes…
squeezing another poem out
of my mind
my Bruce Lee
dream
fades in a spring breeze...
Tai Chi moves
the smell
of damp summer grass
her moon face
those
eyes
of a cornered dog...
starry night
Haiku
Sequence
Zen
Mind
Zen
class...
the rectangular shape
of blue skies
the humming
of an air conditioner—
zazen
between
the ticking of the clock...
scent of Chanel
fleeting clouds
at an autumn sunset
why zazen?
Hertory* of Love
rocks
under the melting snow
last love
moonlight
through spring rain clouds
her eyes
her hair
spilling over us
summer stream
harvest moon
floating in our glasses
her mouth on mine
her ashes
vanishing into the sky
first snowflakes
Author's Note: *"Hertory" is a
new word coined in the late 1960s, referring to history
(re-stated as "his story") written from a feminist perspective.
