Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.
Autum is the season of mellowed fruifulness, when the leaves too change into rustty colors and golden hues! Let this golden thread of Nature run through our matured Autumnal life, being close to Nature is the better way to survive! Thank for sharing! -Raj
Not too sure what it all means in its entirety. But that is exactly the beauty of a true Haiku of which I'm no expert. I liked it. Baru Gobira
What an excellent haiku. The sewing machine resembling our life's pattern and the golden thread the people who keep us together...
Well, they cut me off and I can't remember what I meant to say. Thank you for this poem of great longing/
Surely Autumn is a time of longing.And the golden thread is always held aloft and away to ensure that we remain in lodging
yearning for the golden thread. wonderful poem.very original in thinking., tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It brings the uncertainty of life..............fantastic and.resembles Matsuo Basho's haiku. The three lines tell us a very long journey!