stinging sleet
crosses the street
my thick scarf

notes scattered
on the spring air
a jade flute

spring morning
the worm in his beak
wriggling

shortest day
a syllable missing
in my haiku

forgetting
his father's grave
my father

convenience store
the noon-flower
closes early

handing over
the wrong currency
jet-lag

long rows
of white stones
soldiers’ last dreams

admiring the crocuses
I step
on dog poo

Northern Lights
don’t spoil it with
an explanation