Monday Choirs

What if every chore
was really a choir, singing
a list of praises?

Monday Chores

If a job is not
on your list, does it still count
when you have done it?

Morning

A cloud takes a bite
out of the arc of rainbow-
a mouthful of light.

A haiku is quick

A fork that spears
a mozarella fish that swims
in its own milky sea.

A haiku is small

Early autum leaf
scuttles across the road
in the form of a mouse

Moon on Wednesday

Tonight you are pale
and far- a watermark left
by yesterday's moon.

Moon on Tuesday

Bright eye of the sky
unblinking, searches me out
in crowds of darkness.