scent of jasmine ...
thinking of
the first time we met

(selected as part of Editor John Daleiden's choices in the haiku thread)

fragrant breeze
brushes past me—
rain of petals ...


drifting plumeria petals:
I hum a tune
I haven't sung in years ...

(selected as part of Guest Editor Bernard Gieske's choices in the haiku thread)

for the Sketchbook March/April 2011 Haiku Thread