Three tanka

1/
sleeps too deep
or so it seems to me
roadside mimosa
her diamond earrings glisten
with the first light

2/
the scent of cut hay
from the harvested field
you shall set it free
once you said about my dream
that sleeps in a heap of grass

3/
we lose them 
one after another
after certain age*
will you catch me
when i'm a falling petal

*Inspired by Murakami's 1Q84

Sleep too deep tanka

sleeps too deep
or so it seems to me
roadside mimosa
her diamond earrings glisten
with the first light

Traffic light haiku quartet

1/
green light--
a glimpse of a little girl
holding her tambourine

2/
green light--
fading reverb of her
tambourine

3/
at the traffic light
discerning the sound of
different colors

4/
busy junction
her tambourine glistens with
unknown song