Spring Haiku

Lovers close embrace,
sighing sound - the thawing out -
woman's frozen heart.




Tao, a thread which runs
hidden through all we can see
and even more still.




Bird's lonely, you say;
You sense pain in a finch's eyes,
but miss it in mine?




Little troubadour -
facile with your songs of love
naught you know of pain.




Limping siamese,
James thought you a white rag-doll,
injured more than pride.

April 1992

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