sultry sunrise... 
along the ant trail 
layers of fog

opening
the tea house —
my heart

little sister ... 
a new star
shines tonight

spring festival —
in this belly dancer's hips
a new blessing

Om...
the whiteness of 
my diary's first page

new job 
my predecessor's imprint 
still on his chair

the end: a point where
everything begins…inhale
exhale start over

dawn
larks outsinging
the waterfall

Spring blossom. 
Over the baby's head – 
a halo.

First night.
My baby and I
breathe in the same rhythm.

the little girl
begins a new colouring
- so does the spring

first wedding night 
coffee boils 
overnight

first spring 
in Georgia… how frail 
the snowdrops

new moon another chance to make it right

first day of school— 
in the almost empty bag 
an apple rolls about

the first to love 
starts a chorus 
cricket evening

new haiga... 
my footsteps 
follow the crow's

grown-up grandson 
blooming in the old pot 
grandma's geranium

spring
melting the ice
between us

class reunion
my first love
with two grandkids

shooting star —
a baby slithers out
of the womb

then it's morning
and the marsh becomes
a flock of crows

morning prayers
the rising sun between 
my hands

on fresh snow —
a silence links
each footprint

before its flight
a bird stares straight ahead
chilly afternoon

cloudy sunrise 
a yellow truck on the road 
carrying the sun

morning prayer ... 
an orchid absorbs 
the sound of bees

spring cleaning
replacing old hopes
with new ones

apricot and pink. . . 
a glimpse of tomorrow 
in the clouds

combing the first snow 
with her eyelashes 
my granddaughter

the new dog
I'm still calling it
the name of the old one