bittersweet chocolate
bittersweet cat
one bite and one pat
one mmmm and one meow
I'm the one purring now!

one note, one step, 
one Mikhail pirouette
meets you at the starting line
in time

Three Haikus

Listen to spaces

in the rhythm of a storm.
Heaven is chanting.

I bend and touch leaves
mortar and pestle rain ground
felt under my hand.

I’m planting haikus,
giving them kisses in rain,
willing them to root and grow.

My dearest William

sleep no more ditties,
sleep no more.
The sun deliciously shines
lemons onto the ground
waiting for you to pick them up
make morning lemonade!
The sky, undeceived,
brings all good things
into your sweet and sour
waking.

my list is long
I am spread thin
give me my phone
bring me some gin

For the Birds Around my House

The feeder I am,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit and sweetened water,
fills the feeder and the plate.

The house is flying
light and down,
dipping in water,
thrust of wings,
to a piccolo pitch
perched on an oak branch.

My life is not my own,
not my joy,
although it is a joy!
I am the feeder,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit and sweetened water,
fills the feeder and the plate.
I am here for them.

All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf,
half-translucent in the sun,
a study of variation -
green and line,
curve and drape,
layers of light and shadow,
distance and measurement,
miracle in the minuscule.
I ignore all thoughts,
and the urge to give up being
thorough.
I draw till we're in conversation,
exchanging compliments,
arranging get-togethers,
sharing a cup of tea.