haiku snowfall delivered last night airmail the old weathervane-- so worn and rusty it is anybody's' guess a slow day-- watching my shadow watching me two below zero-- next time I ride the train I buy a ticket the fire engine that passed me up turns into my house the weather forecast: heavy rain followed by mosquitoes so hot it is all I can do-- this haiku little by little wind wears away the mountain season by season my poplar planted, I walk away wondering who will die first the winning haiku: written on a summer day about a snowstorm in balanced colors nature dresses for the day seasonally chic flea market find: the scribbling of a child or a Picasso the fish market~ here and there I catch a word embraced, she is as elusive as at a distance first loves: the husbands and wives of husbands and wives it's not always dew one might see on the rose... what a relief