Time

Winter passing by,
Time drifts away to the past
Memories are made

Wounds

A light gust of wind,
Reveals the deepest secrets
Wounds are re-opened

Darkness

Rainbows full of joy
After a terrible storm
Will darkness return?

Origami

paper folds, a crane.
thin sheet of elegant flight -
sheer, clean: the mind, zen.

Me, trying to make friends

Poison honeycomb 
Has now left me hollowed-out
Friend, enemy, unknown.

Innocence

Lone rose, still so fresh
Refusing the new summer's death
Pink, as a young skin

Stone, quenched

the morning dew rests,
small bodies of liquid life;
so we feed the earth.