The following haiku, all on the subject of morning, have been published in numerous journals and anthologies and occasionally translated into other languages. The last poem also won first prize in the 2002 Drevniok haiku contest sponsored by Haiku Canada.


morning bird song—
my paddle slips
into its reflection                                                                                                                                        + +


                                                                    morning sun—
                                                                    frost melted
                                                                    where the robin pecks


                                                                                                                                        distant train . . .
                                                                                                                                        in the morning mist
                                                                                                                                        the loon stops paddling


                                                                    autumn morning—
                                                                              old neighbours
                                                                                        trimming the hedge


mountain morning—
all over the red berry bush
snow in tiny heaps


                                                                    morning sickness—
                                                                    the patter of spring rain
                                                                    on our new roof


                                                                                                                                        morning chill—
                                                                                                                                        the bag of marbles
                                                                                                                                        shifts on the shelf


                                                                    chilly morning—
                                                                    the moss springs back
                                                                    after my step


morning stillness—
    the ferry turns
through a patch of sunlight


                                                                    clinging to the cat
                                                                    at the roadside
                                                                    morning frost


                                                                                                                                        the lost scrabble piece
                                                                                                                                        turns up this morning
                                                                                                                                        in the vacuum cleaner 


                                                                    morning sun—
                                                                         a patch of frost
                                                                    in the holstein’s shadow