slender branches dip
towards the sodden green grass
laden with blossoms


muted morning light
thunder rumbling far away
rain taps on the roof

the candle flickers
casting your profile shadow
on the bedroom wall

Tanka on Tuesday 4.27.21

seventeen starlings
perched upon a single wire
just after the dawn
only yellow beaks showing
against the mottled greyness

the man in the moon 4.26

I try to believe
that your never uttered words
are the crescent moon

with negative space
closepacked with rocks and water
hidden, trapped inside

depths of the mantle
even though it is often

the smile of the man
in the moon is a cold one
lighting night pathways

but never bringing any
warmth to bask upon your skin


Haiku 4.26

after the cold rain
north wind ruffles the surface
of every puddle

Tanka 4.25

puppy scampering
across green rain dampened lawn
wary of puddles
tiny, muddy paw prints prance
across the linoleum

Haiku 4.24

under my bare feet
the grass is damp from the dew
full moon shines brightly

Haiku 4.23.21

temperature dropping
three pine trees silhouetted
against the pale sky

Haiku 4.22

subtly pastel sky
reflecting off sudden frost
slight delay to spring

Checkmate 4.21

Your finger taps the bishop
rests a moment, deliberating,
before sliding the queen

your blue eyes
the crinkle at each corner
deepening as you laugh

I test moves
gently touching pieces
looking at other paths

and I return to this
lock eyes with you

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