in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
we'll all die one day...
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my tanka below:
monotonous fall
of winter waves
on the sandy beach ...
Father murmurs to me,
We'll die one day, each alone
Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017
Added:
new neighbor
morning glories spill
over our fence
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my haiku below:
unbroken heat ...
face to face with the neighbor
at his white fence
Added:
toy soldiers
in the rain-streaked window
alone by the thrift store
Added:
my cow's first squirt
pinging a milk bucket
the smell of spring
