what if one morning
the river no longer flows
what’s in today’s cup?
Category: haiku
2018.07.09: euphony
wind blowing through reeds
most haunting melodies come
from the broken ones
2018.07.08: swatch
small patch of sunlight
teeming with frenetic life
darkness comes too soon
2018.07.07: standstill
moment by moment
time trickles slower than brook
kite in view finder
2018.07.06: antics
early morning queue
skating down wet embankment
geese with wings folded
Longing For Water 