"Tree Blossoms" by Hajime Namiki

These are but whispers
Throng of ghostly butterflies
So fleeting, so fair

"Tree Scene 94C" by Hajime Namiki

The tree is still bare
But the sky is in bloom.

"Tornado" by Hajime Namiki

Everything goes round and round, a long path, a slender serpent. Sharp spikes along the back like thorns on a rosebush. Scales, more like sequins than armor. I am too enamored by his beauty to be afraid. Besides, he's smiling and about to toss a ball.

Blue and gold, so regal and rare, with just a bit of red. But is this all the view I'm given? So limited, like looking at a sunset through a keyhole.