November 21st

nandina berries –

as if nature’s blood has frozen

in poisonous drops…

November 19th

fallen leaves pile up,

run with the wind, roll down the slope,

sink in the river

Senryu #1

many friends when you’re up,

few when you’re down and hardly

any when you’re You…

November 18th

a bowl of porridge

steams against the window – heat

turns into crystals

November 17th

withering wind blows,

branches freeze – seconds ago

they were gold with leaves