Bitterly cold night —
The sound of starving foxes
As they cry in vain
Bitterly cold night —
The sound of starving foxes
As they cry in vain
Warm scent of rose musk —
As Sheherezad tells more
Tales, night after night
The Dome of the Rock
With some sugarcoated snow —
Golden resistance
Just as addictive
Gazing at the falling snow —
To compose haiku
Bright, sunny mornings
To press my face with sunlight
On leather sofas
Kitchen aroma
The fly can’t believe its luck
It decides to — SPLAT!
An ancient temple
perched high upon a mountain —
No more daydreaming!
Scent of sweet wafers
In the morning air —
A nameless side street
I see from inside
Light snowflakes begin to fall —
Directionless souls
Majestic landscape —
Russian dust, U.S footprints
Empire’s graveyard