Monthly Archives: May 2017

Between the buildings The sun far end of the road Cars trying to catch up

Perching on a branch A crow tips its head at me A suspicious look  

Flowers on the wall Pots can be hung anyplace Where they can be seen

Dragonflies came back On the same old lotus pond Where monks heard chanting  

Black clouds hang ahead Over the lining street trees Cue to end walking  

With her umbrella She brushed the hydrangeas Blooming in her way  

Sun from cracks of clouds A sign that there is a hope Birds chirping music  

May sun getting strong Need sunglasses to get up Unless curtain kept closed

A pair of turtle doves Every morning wait for me Outside the window