Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

Friends Part Foreverwild Geese Lost In Cloud

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku Poems During A Lifetime Is A Haiku Poet. He Who Attains To Completes Ten Is A Master.