Spring Haiku

tractor in the field
robin and her nestlings
sing with the noise

mama collects milk
from the mooing cow
on spring morn

with the robins singing
under a tree
I wrote my haiku

such joy
cherry blossom blooms
outside our classroom

Winter Dream

the snow starts early
I lighted a candle and
watched the white angels
fall down from the gray sky.
the wind was biting
leaving blue marks on my fair skin
but it was bearable
compared to the pain in my heart
from missing you.
the screen door bangs against the chilly breeze
as if telling me to come inside
where there is warmth
yet still an empty house filled
with ghosts of you.
next year spring will come
flowers will soon bloom,
ice will melt,
sun will peep in the window curtain
but will you be there?