new hokku

empty creel...
the heron quickly proves
rumors of fish

scented breezes...
a petal's edge turns my thoughts
to sounds of creaking floors 

city on edge...
rolling thunders climb 
skyscrapers

unanswered door...
the old man's cane
sinks into dust

circling...
dipped wings and slow descent

into the last dream


 a pyrrhic beauty...
sunset makes a prism
of city-colored air