haiku retrospective xlix

My, this era is embarrassing. I was reaching for something then, but I didn't quite understand what it was, and that jeweled finger keeps getting in the way of the moon.

gnats catch fall thermals ~
sun plays over the strands of
windblown spiderwebs

29 October 1999

a well of stars
trees breathe in the night
damp leaves underfoot

31 October 1999


upturned spout
last drops ripple
my teacup

1 November 1999