Stirring the cooking pot…
the wind of autumn
restless in the trees
~
Cooking pot vapor…
the fog of autumn
spreading amid the trees
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Tag: Autumn
Haiku # 515
Autumn setting in…
the tree inked on her back
will it lose its leaves too?
Haiku # 514
The poem I wanted to write
withering
in a bed of ink
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Two hours till midnight…
the cicada chirping
like it’s an afternoon
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Décapitée
la fleur sur le vent s’enfuit
dans les herbes folles
~
Decapitated flower
with the wind fleeing
through the wild grasses
Tanka # 110
The passing days…
winds fleeting
through autumn grasses,
in the cry of birds
the shiver of coming rain.
Tanka # 107
Autumn afternoon…
on the seeping fog
the notes of a flute
played by a shepherd
somewhere in the hills
Tanka # 95
Last days of summer,
in the tall, yellow grass
our love poem resting,
the wind of winter creeping
in a grasshopper’s song.
Haiku # 437
Winter without rain
and long nights kissed
by the moon’s lonely light
~
With the red leaves
their voices falling…
cicadas at dusk
