midwinter morning—
yearning for the first blossom
on the backyard plum
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Magic
October morning—
the second cup of coffee
works its black magic.
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.
