first day at work
not wanting to step on
the pristine snow

Sangeet

some snow
resting a while
on my worn wooden chimes

sun, hailstones, snow, sun
his face
peering through the window


Sangeet

spring sunshine
plums on my window sill
a deeper red

hmm, been reworking this:

winter garden
- my old Balinese chimes
ceate a song from home

winter's night
through the open window,
her footsteps fading rapidly

Tulips

tulips in a glass vase
leaning
into the light

Sangeet