Death

 
 
 

a friend’s sudden death—
 
even my morning coffee
 
gives me no pleasure

Shawl

 
 
 

Bitter spring morning—
 
over her bony shoulders
 
she drapes a thin shawl.

Dissolving

 
 
 

Early morning rain—
 
the shadow of the blackbird
 
dissolves drop by drop.

Song

 
 
 

On Easter morning
 
a wren near the kitchen door
 
trills a brand-new song.

Rooster

 
 
 

Icy spring morning—
 
even the red rooster’s crow
 
is stuck in his throat.

Blues

 
 
 

Sunday morning blues—
 
a cup of bitter cocoa
 
as the spirit moves

Geraniums

 
 
 

red geraniums—
 
this morning even the crows
 
marvel at the sight