tree branch
taps the window
in rhythm
Tag: senryu
cold pale lips the pleasure is mine alone
between concrete cracks a sprout reminds us
breaching soil
the little green ones
find their way
oil puddle glints liquid gold
crows and barren trees a scene of terror
stoke the little ember
become fire
become buddha
bent spines and broken spirits winter reality
evening rush hour
the light from eyes
disappears
succumb to the cold train winter limbo
