Haiku
the scent
not the flower
is driving me crazy
winter solitude--
only a sparrow
to share my meal
first dew touch —
shyly, the lily unfolds
her petals
misty windows-
lingering on the lips
the taste of carnation
deepening dusk
tearfully, he counts
the tents
crowded tents-
how can the cactus
bloom?
noisy marketÉ
lulled by mom's sound of begging
he drifts to sleep
the eagle's wing
understands well
the language of wind
that full moon
a coin falls into
the beggar's palm
strutting
behind his shadow
a rooster
a rainy night
even without sandals
the clouds jog
fluttering
in the spider's web
~ may fly ~
waiting for the moon
to defeat that cloud-
the lonely tree
sparrows go
behind the hill singing
of lost identitiy
Valentine morning
time to release
the lovebirds
Valentine day
unless rose petals lie
he loves me
Valentine eve
counting the stars and
heart palpitations