Ode To Summer ~ revisited

Some oldie but goody haiku and tanka for summer heat. Most have appeared previously on one or another of my blog posts.

for what ?





a cicada’s
raucous call for a mate
makes me wonder…
should I wear
my low cut
dress tonight


of shooting stars
a naked beach
and foaming waves
oh to be so seductive

Published: Take Five
Best Contemporary Tanka 2008


blue again
no summer sky
blue… that blue
deep into the wail
of a saxophone blue


Published: Modern English Tanka
Summer 2007

The Seduction of Romance




Uncoiled Knots

I feel so sad. The day uncoiled its knots,
but in the end there was no deliciousness
to savour. I tried to fill in with an elderberry
cocktail and a walk with the dog. The cat
got a good petting, but there was no
dessert mail waiting for me. No special
text wondering how I was doing or just
a reminder that I am an object of desire
and time is our only gatekeeper. Not a
one who begs to flirt with me in a red
dress or freshen my drink. Even though
the day uncoiled its knots I feel so sad.



Absence and Desire

“There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman~~


longing as pleasure
its own seduction
deeper than desire


all night rain

in a dream

his wet kisses


soft ripples my body remembers for me


a bittersweet hunger
for more than just
a taste


a diva in my next life red stilettos


scant moon
a sliver between
breath and desire


ag ~ some of these haiku were previously published


October Moon (again)

ochre and rust October leaves me longing for more


green tomatoes in a dream so uncertain


October moon
somehow you always catch me
heart in hand


ag ~ late October 2015

photo IMG_3572 IMG_9267



Autumn Musings

Amber Dusk: a tanka sequence

in the land
of spirits and goats
amber dusk
and sultry youth… I dance best
to the throb of lapping waves

the sun sets
on day-warm stone steps
and peacocks strut
who’s to know this moment
is for life long

heat rises
scents linger low
night air and the moon
so full – a longing
deep beyond all need

as I age toward crone
the inside-out beauty
of the new moon
seduces the quiet
in my life

autumn nights
guitar chords drift by
and softly suggest
leaving for the womb
a dark moon and the rain

november winds
fade into winter’s 
lush silence…
        moss grows on wood and stone
        I yield to this shorn beauty


First published: Modern English Tanka
Volume 2; Number 1
Autumn 2007