A small snail
quietly eats a blade of grass-
this immense lawn

In the distance
a thunder storm is coming
I fart

During ebb tide
waves still long for land
his memorial

Like a fossil
in the sand - this crane fly
in the roller blind

Biology 101
an oxeye daisy teaching
a class of daisies

A bumble bee
in front of the closed window
the haiku poet.

Heavy with rain
waving untill the end
the camp site flag

In the garden
butterflies abound
what is there to chase?

Almost getting lost
in the sugar beet maze
young rabbits

Not missing a beat
she picks the biggest strawberry
our neighbour's daughter

His first letter
the tip of his tongue
writes along

One paint brush
and her two eyes
full of sky

A trace of incense
dissolves before my eyes-
how close it is

A bird
keeps whistling
through my haiku

Tonight
she wears her pearls
the jasmine

She looks my way
a zucchini flower
in the rain

The soccer shirt
on the clothesline
surrender

After the meeting
some cookie crumbs kept peeking
through my reading glasses

Garden chairs
their deepest brown
in the rain

Evening falls
when I close the book
a blackbird

Alone
wearing my clothes
from yesterday

On his bike
whistling into the storm
the old man

Morning fog
milk clouding
my coffee

Summer rain
the soft munching
of snails

The bird
dissolved in words
vanishes

Somewhere
between all that green
Buddha sits

Their empty house
the waste container filled
with pain

Pouring rain
the hungry birds
don't care

Every time I look up
the scarecrow moves
and hoes a little

Pulled weeds
furtively saved by
last night's rain