Paternal Trait

Looking at gray clouds
He always sees a rainbow
Being a father now

The Greatest News or the Fruits of Love

Comes out of the room
Wearing such a lovely smile
I outguess the news

Seeking Perfection

A single petal
Falls from a blooming apple-tree
Not perfect enough

Hidden Sun

The brightest white
Hides her face from the curious
The sun behind a cloud

Repaint Job

With touches of green
The trees prepare their new look
The birds are chirping