Seven Haikus

To woman softly —
branches under a yellow
pillow Pear tree gone

Frogs cry at the Road
Sky — my feet are red with clay
Blue wind draws night still

One center of gold
Several houses divide
May the curtain pass

She will ask guidance
To time patience awaits truth
Dressing in white silk

Though naked, my arms
Grass never felt so smooth and —
Soft is well’s water

Newspaper clips fall
Orange on wooden table
The old man sleeps good

Laughing at summer
Zipping the autumn dress, shoes
I spoke two, three words