Capodanno

Last day of the year
Last haiku- a drop of light-
to see us through the night.

Via Pergolesi

Winter trees dressed with
oranges- bright globes to light
busy shopping streets.

The Cake Decoraters

Three men in bright coats
sprinkle cocoa grit lightly
on the white iced streets.

Last night's dinner

My kitchen smells like

the inside of a tagine-

dark, warm, deep brown spiced.

Hunger

Haiku are poems

for people who have a fast

metabolism.

Noise 3

Orchestra of yawns
tuning up every morning
in my husband's mouth.

Noise 2

The shower that drips
on and on is my headache-
persistent drum beat.