First Snow

The following photo-haiga feature poems that I originally collected in “First Snow” (also available as a trifold) in November of 2013 when I was keynote speaker for that year’s Haiku International Association annual convention in Tokyo. Thank you to Emiko Miyashita for the Japanese translations. All photos are courtesy of

first snow . . .

the children’s hangers

clatter in the closet

toll booth lit for Christmas—

from my hand to hers

warm change

first star—

a seashell held

to my baby’s ear

an old woolen sweater

taken yarn by yarn

from the snowbank

tulip festival—

the colours of all the cars

in the parking lot

spring breeze—

the pull of her hand

as we near the pet store

scattered petals . . .

the thud of my books

in the book drop

summer moonlight

the potter’s wheel


crackling beach fire—

we hum in place of words

we can’t recall

meteor shower . . .

a gentle wave

wets our sandals

after the quake

the weathervane

pointing to earth

home for Christmas:

my childhood desk drawer