patch of grass
my dog likes to water
on the greenbelt
no box to leave an offering
no bell to ring
i don’t bow or clap my hands
still,
the kami bends an ear
new year’s morning
Tag: tea
Poem 20151218
two cups, jasmine tea
red border decorates one
second, plain but full
Poem 20141226
Friday haiku!
the green tea is hot
and only slightly bitter
outside the wind blows
Words and Feathers 