The color of the wind haiku

moonlit night
knowing the color of the wind
too dark, too dark

Touching the ground haiku

c'mon withered leaves!
I feel my feet touching
the ground so alive

Growing older tanka

the art of
growing older--
this is why
she calls herself by
her first name

Pillow fight haiku

not a pillow fight the divorced knows best

Tête-à-tête haiku

openly
she asks me for
a tête-à-tête

Afternoon sunbeam haiku

1/
dusk
hesitant dip of his
sumi brush

2/
hospice visit
a tickle on her toes
afternoon sunbeam

Lonesome chill haiku

rain, again
an urge to grip stronger
this lonesome chill

Wheelchair haiku

as if it could tell
how long I've been waited for
her wheelchair

Mother's lap haiku

rainclouds
long for a sleep
in her mother's lap

Trampled leaves haiku

did you hear
the sound of my feet?
trampled leaves