Haiku
The sun’s a God’s button.
Perhaps at some point
He’ll come back to pick it up.
* * *
March. Birds are singing.
I too would like to sit beside them and I’d sing
But I’m afraid the branch would break.
* * *
At midnight when I left, it rained.
Home is the place
Where no one cared.
* * *
A dark blue evening…
The moon nestles in the mimosa,
Listening to the birds.
* * *
Dawn. Outside the blossoms open.
But your eyes hold the night
And winter is in your smile.
Leonid Storch immigrated to the US from the Soviet Union in 1990 and presently teaches English in Thailand. He has an M.A. in Chinese Studies and a J.D. Degree. His publication list includes 3 books (all in Russian) and a number of essays, poems, and fiction that appeared in Russian-American magazines and European newspapers. He writes both in Russian and English.