Tanka

wet eyes

peer over a white mask ...

the shadows

of mushroom clouds,

shrouding the sun

 

cherry blossom

petals falling on

the graves

of tsunami victims ...

drenched with tears

 

invisible clouds

darken the night sky ...

glowing hands

on my father's watch

show almost midnight

 

sweeping

through the valley...

red winds,

fanning the shadows

of withered flowers