A lantern
on a reed stalk
full moon

Raked leaves-
is one of them leaping
back to the pond?

Somewhere
lost in translation
a child plays

This morning
all the moon light
left on the grass

Autumn
after the shower
the rain

It's digging up
sea gulls from the field
potato harvester

Morning traffic jam
at every streetlight
some more make-up

A cat
in the vacant dog house
her look

Night fog
the way home
straight  on

Its intimacy
without prospect
this fog

The yellow leaves
in the cottonwoods
see me raking

October sun
flames swhirling down
from the maple

A breath of wind
the flag moves
of itself

What do I seek
those muddy fields
my view

First dinner
at her parents' house
new shoes

His confused look
when he reads another haiku
on his smartphone

The buzz
when church is out
rustling leaves

A pair of geese
are flying from my dream
into the morning

The seeds
of what blossomed
autumn rain

Atumn wind
leaves are surfing
the wet grass

Lost in translation
the neighbour's cat
is on a diet

The smoke plume
from the factory chimney
doesn't reach heaven

Morning sun
some leaves stay
orange

The pumpkin
he gave his life
a grimace

First dance
his pride is daggering
his embarassment

Autumn
out of the mist
the colours

More and more
she starts talking
to my voice mail

Along the shore
reeds are practicing
west wind yoga

Saturated
this quiet body
with mind

My alarm clock
deeper under the covers
it disappears

moon
day
sun