Tanka

a full moon
appears from behind
rain clouds--
the young bride
hides her face in a veil

2 Haiku

1.
angry voices
at the market--
a child cries


2.
multiplying
without answers …
malignant cells

garden Buddha - haiku

garden Buddha--
the hummingbird hovers
over a bee balm

in my dreams - tanka

sipping
a cup of lemon tea
this winter...
a butterfly seeks refuge
in my dreams

Haiku (6)

1.
cemetery yard --
eyes blurred with
last spring

2.
the child
calling out to a star
Daddy…

3.
calloused fingers
wrapped in new gloves
the dying flame

4.
flying red ants —
how her words sting
afterward

5.
fourth date —
showing her the letters
of a love lost

6.
a tramp
summing up his laurels
New Year’s Eve

Waking up to a gloomy sky

You crossed my dream again
your hair disheveled in winter
a solitary willow on the road

I nurture saplings
and you put on my grandmother's rebuke
a gray-haired piercing spectacle

Your words sting afterward
flying red ants that swarm in hundreds

Years have flown with incoming
and outgoing of monsoons
with non ending drone of crickets

The sky percolates tears at times
a few settle as beads on the web
spun by a black widow

There is hardly any light in the house today

I can hardly bear the knuckle pain
setting my curtains aside
searching for a half alive sun