Bright summer morning / fresh biscotti disappears / dog fakes innocence.

Around a quilt frame / stitches of thread and laughter / It's the tradition.

Around a quilt frame / friendships binding heart to hand / one stitch at a time.

i peer at the sky / through a small hole in the leaf. / Leaf and sky donʻt mind.

Itʻs a good day, thanks! / No spiders lurk in my shoes. / No truant sunrise.

Iʻm here to listen, / to surrender to the murmurs / suffusing these hills.

This soft morning light / traveled so far and so fast / to dawn upon me.

First thing this morning / caw-toons from the other side / fussing, crow cussing

You danced in stardust / four hundred light years away, / Lovely Pleiades.

Between potted plants, / one brown cricket on her side. / Her good times are gone.

Six billion people, / each moment venting their minds. / Well that explains it.

Twilight leans heavy / even the shrubs are slumping, / sheltering the weeds.

Silver cherry bark / withdraws from the winter chill / curling up cozy.

Hurtling through space, / downing tequila slammers / toasting gravity.

Thereʻs no benefit / to the speculation of / black specks in sugar.

Hot chillie peanuts / joyfully written haiku / paradise leans in.

From this one small spot / witness the entire expanse / the fourth dimension.

Wisdom dakinis / fill space like an outpouring of / sesame seeds.

This plain winter day / contemplating the roundness / and greenness of peas.

Dreary monologues / and fictional dialogues / enough already.

As buddha-buddy / while you walk this noble path, / your egoʻs a dolt.

Delighting the eyes / Andra Pradesh woolen socks / seducing the feet.

This wintery day / yearning for the warmth of skin / the bliss of sunkissed.

The endless parade / all along the bamboo groves / ants, ants and more ants.