Patricia J. Machmiller
| the merry-go-round starts up with a long shudder – beginning of spring |
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| wind chimes in a calm – the pensive listening to the sound of no sound |
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| drift of white silk whiter in summer moonlight whiter than a vow |
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| wood piling – a night heron lifts off changing the darkness |
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| like a childhood thought the dragonfly’s zigzag through purple river stones |
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| in the fairytale there is always a stranger – autumn loneliness |
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| I hear Shikibu among whispering redwoods – on good days she weeps |
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| the last snowflake falls onto the blue spruce forest – quiet to quiet |
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| in the hearth flames separate like their separate dreams yet like the fire, whole |
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| the puppet’s master hidden in the shifting light old year turns to new |
All poems copyright by Patricia J. Machmiller. They may not be used for any purpose without explicit permission.
Some of these poems have been published in Modern Haiku, Yuki Teikei Member Anthologies, The San Francisco Haiku Anthology, Haiku International, Mariposa, and One Hundred Gourds by Two Autumns Press.