waves crash ashore,
churning waves to foam,
white coastal frill.
Choppy Shore [Haiku]
1

under gray skies,
the flooded paddies
amplify winter gloom.
It was a dreary winter day;
The world was cold, monotone gray.
But then, I caught a hint of heat:
Felt on my face, not on my feet.
A furnace burned in a dark place.
I felt it flush my frigid face --
Frigid once, but not any more
I stood inside that foundry's door.
The orange glow danced on my face.
It must have shown demon's disgrace.
Like a poor creature lit on fire,
Or the living dead on a pyre.
Cold as the day and my feet were,
I heard a voice - just a whisper.
"You must flee now, or you'll jump in,
and they'll not find a fleck of shin."

deep in winter,
the blue water makes it
Caribbean summer.

the last few leaves
tenaciously hang on
into mid-winter.

even the small mountains
hide their tops in the clouds:
rainy winter day.

a heron stands
with perfect stillness,
in frigid water.

frangipani
have dropped leaves & blossoms,
& stand gnarled & nude.

a barren tree
stands in the temple yard:
winter’s guardian.