Collection January 25,2012 Poem by john tiong chunghoo

rainy night
i ruffle through
the old letters

as he works
the piano tuner talks
about weather

haiku beauty
nature picks a rose
to decorate its vase

haiku beauty
nature picks too to ink
its reflective moment

the whirring sound and
two hundred years come down
in a log

the bunch of bananas
God makes himself
feel so real

he black cat
tiptoes across like
a red traffic sign

first day of new year
i sprinkle my house
with ganges water

the lake
i reflect over
the flighty years