I.N.D.I.A.N Haiku

Indian waterfall listening deep to my inner voice

New year's eve . . .
her rangoli patterns
our street

Distant hill . . .
a river carrying
the spring

Ice box . . .
your last word
resonates in me

Autumn dawn --
mother serves white rice
on an almond leaf

November moon . . .
I feed my child
and its shadow