these are disparate images in the haiku form -- just a glimpse of things. Peace, k

American Miniatures:


coffee pot
rusting in the dunes --
a bird's quizzical glance


dawn light --
the rooms's
soft edges


poorly fitted
the screen door falls back groaning:
silent drift of petals


prodigal son . . .
showing us his collection
of foreign coins


storm's aftermath . . .
the ragged hawk surveys
a fresh and hungry world


cold morning --
a strand of last year's tinsel
behind the wood box


first light --
walking behind the flatbed:
bales heavy with dew