this world
is a dewdrop world
but yet... but

Master Issa wrote this after the death of his beloved daughter from smallpox...

Even though he understood that we are dewdrops only here on earth for a moment, he was devastated

she wrings seawater
and moonlight
from her blonde hair

a water strider
glides over
his own image

monarch butterflies
held within the pages of
a school book

cold spring day
her daughter's shadow rests
on the tombstone

A rainbow appeared
in the mist over the falls
hints of love you say
all I see is black and white
no color just shades of grey.

Surreal vision
painted with broad strokes
I still do not see
the vibrant colors you do
woven with the tint of love

Shimmering colors
in the mist over the falls
I will never see
love carried by a rainbow
no colour just shades of grey

midnight swim
moonlight drips from
perfect *******

Your tight mini dress
changes the shape
of my designer jeans

the simplicity
of the haiku resides in
the frog's serenade

morning dew
the sunlight hangs
precariously

spilled moonlight
across the lake
a symphony plays