"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world." Joanne Harris |
Tryst (Monoku)
Underneath watchful moon - his blooming orchids...
The Order Of Joy (Tanka)
Cinnamon flavored...
Warm Signs (Haiku)
Watch summer mid-days...
The Courageous Lady (Senryu)
Clinging in silence...
Dressed in many forms
sneaks to rope another breath...