Carpe Diem if taken in my hand

if taken in my hand
it would vanish in hot tears
autumn frost             
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)


My inspiration is not for mother’s lost but for mother’s who have lost.

new buds frosted
withering on the vine
fruit untasted


broken branches
no roses in my garden
thorn in my hand


trampled plant
bud broken before flowering
wilting in my hand


my garden
blanketed in snow
awaiting spring
dreams melt in my hand
glistening tears holding hope