Haiku
morning moon veiled
by lavender cloud
birdsong begins
Mom’s old bean pot
the taste of a hundred
family meals
swept away
by your words
flood watch
waxing hunger moon moving closer to my howl
snowflakes
not a breath of wind
moves them
Mom’s old bean pot
the taste of a hundred
family meals
swept away
by your words
flood watch
waxing hunger moon moving closer to my howl
snowflakes
not a breath of wind
moves them