exiles child

Poems

A night wind
rustles dreams.
Was it you?

Beneath the snow
lurks springtime,
patient

Technically this is really more of a senryu. I won’t tell if you won’t.

We’re already 60% water
my body thinks
it’s quite enough

Friday the 13th. Glad I didn’t start this series a week earlier.

South wind brings rain
North wind’s icy fingers
stop it cold.

It’s that time again.

The first snowfall
of winter, like the last
will soon disappear