Tanka

Trace this hope lightly

Keep it right here where it’s safe

When it leaves this bed

It may shatter, leaving shards

 In your hair, cut your sweet face

Trickle in, so shy

Finally, sun, I’ve caught you!

On the floor, shameless,

Feline, I curl up in your warmth

Shadow frightens gold away

Great pianist dead

My keys no longer flourish

Child plunks clumsily

Gone are grand compositions

I sing only hot cross buns

Rub your eyes awake!

Please, take a sip of this breeze!

June Brought her berries-

Oh, so purple and bursting.

I’m so glad you’re here, dear friend.