At the Grotto

Orange butterfly
alights on purple flower--
prays with Bernadette.

is it bad luck
when a vulture crosses
your path?

large families
quiet and well behaved
in my dreams

March Haiku

Cold snow rests
on the old Torii gate.
Red berries bring hope.

an Alzheimer's stranger,
he wheels in
and joins our party.

Married Love

Ancient and bent,
after pushing her wheelchair,
he feeds her.

on my tongue
I taste the bitter words--
potent medicine.