May blossoms...

      captured by nose

      and then by camera

low evening sun

this other world

of shifting shadows

knick-knack cabinet

filled to bursting

with wordless haiku

day after day

the same web and leaf

tucked in a corner

after eating...
gravy left on my plate
is buzzed by a black fly

evening blues...

behind chain-link fencing

daffodils nodding

dull and drizzly

a child asks, “why

are the clouds crying”