Haiku Poem by jan oskar hansen
Haiku
We are yellow straws
sigh in an Indian summer
wait for cooling fall.
The electric fan
scornfully circulate warm air
throws it in my face.
Today’s oppressive heat
will be a winter day’s dream
of a summer past.
September breeze… warm
has thin layers of coldness
in unseen vapour.
Grumpy old river
the mountain cools the lake
sending a chilly note.
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