Her photo

the autumn wind
scatters the dried leaves
in the family photo
her face is gradually
and slowly fading

from my book
Haiku and Tanka Harvest

Empty house

With every whip of wind
the tree's old leaves fall one by one

The naked branches that remain
flail futilely against the sky

Boisterous children''s laughter echoes
in the now empty house.


In my book,
Rustle of bamboo leaves
but originally published in World Haiku Review, Vol. 1, Issue 3, Nov. 2001.