Goa.

When you get to an unfamiliar place, you do not need to make excursions: go to the market, yes to the station - and you will understand everything ...

traveling ..

a bird's voice 

from green branches 

within and without 

Baga Beach

she looks me straight 

into the eye 

My city

New haiku

fatty Tuesday ..
a cat's mewing
from the kitchen

silent evening —
sun shines on fiery red
with shade of blue.

smell of jasmine
mingles with the dust -
shared intimacy

apple pie -
houseflies buzzing
from the kitchen

winter of Tokyo..
a heater does its best
to warm the room.

New haiku

evening reflection -
below the setting sun
the cherry tree

hours of the morning..
I tuck my notebook
under my  bed

galactic haiku..
I'm always awed by the view
through a telescope,

high and bright ..
blue moonlight
on the river

last call...
the old stone wall
still bright 

New haiku

in an updraft...
who I might have been,
otherwise

cheerful February
browning of the meat
at  picnic

prayers for peace...
the Big Dipper rises
from the starry sea

a different voice
my mind full
of mistakes

hope trumped fear.
I feel I can breathe again/
highs and lows.

New haiku

more twenty  ...
my small son pauses
to catch his breath

snowy February ..
my daughter sees
a cloud of butterflies

weeds growing over ...
the swell of our conversation
deeper

gloomy February -
everything I joy
a pancake breakfast.

snowdrops
bathed in morning light -
her new poem