the Universe spins
on the point of a pin,
we search vainly for meaning

old men
idly chatting,
life passes by

white snowflakes falling
in Winter's crisp night air...
the sound of silence

first haiku of "Sakura"
Tanuki's 11 year old daughter

each day passes
like the one before it ...
and the one to come

mocking my thirst ... an empty cup
mocking my love ... an empty heart

pussywillow sways
to the gentle whisper
of a summer breeze