Tanka # 109

Woken at dawn
my sister and I watching
my mother knead bread
to the light of candles,
outside a sky turning white.

A childhood memory.


Haiku # 322

This morning
the heavy rain
a sea of memories


In cold showers
the hushed toll of a bell…
a warm memory


Haiku # 131

Champ d’automne…
nuage pleurant
dans l’abîme des mémoires