Winter rain-

shivering clouds

in the puddles

A crow-

the last piece of night

flies off

Frost on the grass-

my handful of warmth

remains behind

Winter garden-
amidst all this brown and black
a young weed blooms

Visiting-

the circle in her coffee pot

one cup high

Father's umbrella

translating all the raindrops

into nursery rhymes

Its sandwich

the size of my door-

city pigeon