Rose petal falling,
followed by a child’s grin-
“He loves me,” she says.
Nāranga
Flavorful summer,
its orange citrus drips hot,
setting clouds aflame.
Issun-bōshi
Flowers conquer earth.
Blades sharp as a samurai’s
in violence bloom.
Firefly
She searches for him-
one lantern lost in the night,
burning brilliant gold.
Crystal Meadow
Frost clings to each blade-
a field of tiny mountains
where snow caps glisten.
