scent of orange blossoms: haiku/senryu

this morning weaving Chi in the garden invisible ball in my hand * Halong Bay battle distant memory smoke from Gulf of Tonkin * did the atom ever know its destiny how our hands create? A student asked me, “Why do your people believe in dragons?” * river birch – undressing in the wind * the solid bones of elk antlers or branches of a limber pine – memory bobcat with mange unwatered plants also dying * mountain lion her land, before ours invasive plants * scent of orange blossoms – memories of my late grandma who planted this tree yarrow seedlings pop up a week later – each moment a small beginning * stopped in my tracks by a primrose blooming – I, too, will overcome this * dinner a bowl of rice and soy sauce food to survive on * my heart the Santa Ana winds today branches fall to the ground