The Heron's Nest
a haikai journal ... 

mid-winter doldrums
the stone angel
with a handful of snow

starlings leave
the leafless tree
the silence

starless night–
a slice of stale bread
divided by five

l’heure bleu
I find my house
when the neighbor’s dog barks

melted snowman
one white cloud drifts
across the puddle

ice moon . . .
an elk touches its tongue
to the salt lick

twilight shadows
pruned from the honey locust–
cold wind

winter storm . . .
growing puddles
of candle wax

her gravestone
the smooth place
no longer there