TANKA 

In winter I like to light an old oil lamp . . . there's something

about it that often reveals not what is but was

pale yellow lamp light

in the old tarnished mirror

shimmer and shadow

that one old love's reflection

even more beautiful now

HAIKU

Passing a winter stubble field and being reminded

of last years' summer drought

in sun-scorched pasture

lathered horse bathing in dust

still no sign of rain