Sagar Behere

I doubt, therefore I might be

Wild roses

Observe:
see how the wild roses bloom
within forbidding fences!
- Shida Yaba (1663-1740), loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Want

I want love splashing
To your voice like wet children
Playing in the stream

Eros

Eros harrows my heart:
a wind on desolate mountains
uprooting oaks.

Loneliness

Come, investigate loneliness!
a solitary leaf
clings to the maple tree

Geese

The geese fly off..
and it comes to me
that I am still here.
- H.F. Noyes

Warmth

I finish my tea
The cup still full
of warmth
- Philomene Kocher

Fireworks

fireworks
I close my eyes
for a second look
- John Stevenson