why cut your shade tree
because twice there I tried
to hang myself

a strange perfume
announces him sneaking
to our bedroom

spring sunshine
the toothless smile
of a homeless girl

from my book, Haiku and Tanka Harvest

my daughter
invites me to brunch
this Mother's day
just for a tender moment
she's her late mother

from my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves

room cleaning

the first doll she gave

her newly wed daughter

trudging alone
on jacaranda lane
my birthday

misty afternoon
she takes a last look
at the leaving train

From my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves