A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of

How Much I Desire! Inside My Little Satchel, The Moon, And Flowers

Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat Fish Or Mice... Or Backyard Love?

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances