Bunny tracks

in the snow

lost in translation

With my knees

against the radiator

spring dawn

This old old fence

its holes no longer

at eye level

Sneaking up

to my window

an orange moon

The geese

fly away from me

when I come home

The wind

and the bamboo

effortless

What a moon!

Even the rooster

is in doubt

The story

about his father-

our empty glass

She and her life

take a bite from eachother-

dinner with friends

This east wind-

was that our Buddha

shivering?

Ploughed fields

as far as my eyes can see

their surrender

Snow flakes

the new violets

have guests

In the snow

after pruning the raspberry

a drop of blood

When drops

no longer matter-

a broken icicle

The only cloud

in this empty sky

is from my chimney

Geese wings

beating some heat

into the east wind

The fountain stops

the darkness in the park

changes

Not yet more than

a sprouting potato

this spring

Cleaning the fireplace
charcoal sketches
of the weekend

After pruning

the pollard willow

a clenched fist

A haiku

jumps in my lap

like a cat

Algae-

the new spring robe

of the Buddha