When the moon rises
river quartz glitters the shore;
stars beneath the sky.
© Nancy Botta, 2021
Glint. (haiku)
Category Archives: haiku
Holy weapons. (senryu)
Brushing ash off bone
half men crawl though bitter fields—
glory be the light.
© Nancy Botta, 2021
Shush. (haiku)
Every so often
the willow twists and shivers;
a long sleepless night.
© Nancy Botta, 2021
Almost dawn. (senryu)
Hiss of the heater
and sweaty limbs of some man;
her eyes seek daylight.
© Nancy Botta, 2021
Vernal equinox. (hiaku)
Ribboned plastic bag
enlaced within an elm tree;
robin weaves her nest.
© Nancy Botta, 2021
Rusted Honey 