Mother's Apron: A Mother’s Day Haiku Sequence

furrows in the sand
scooped out by crashing waves;
mother's forehead

thinking of
mother, her dishes --
Russian nested dolls

steamed buns…
enclosed in the attic
mother's smell

in the attic
autumn moonlight pools...
mother's mooncake

mother and I
stand on Pacific coasts --
the same bright moon

Mother's Day Poems section of the March / April, 2010 issue of Sketchbook