28 degrees Fahrenheit. (haiku)

A lingering frost

threatens our prized lemon tree—

you ignore my touch.

© Nancy Botta, 2023

Almost over. (not-quite-a-haiku)

Rattled old visions
from the thin side of panic;
wet eyes in the dark.

© Nancy Botta, 2022

Holy weapons. (senryu)

Brushing ash off bone
half men crawl though bitter fields—
glory be the light.

© Nancy Botta, 2021

Almost dawn. (senryu)

Hiss of the heater
and sweaty limbs of some man;
her eyes seek daylight.

© Nancy Botta, 2021

Refuse. (haiku)

burnt leaves and plastic
swallowed by eddies and waves—
our marriage, undone

© Nancy Botta, 2020