The scent of plums
in a hazy moon night
writing haiku
summer breeze...
thinking of my ex's eyes
the color of the sea
off-key notes...
a maple leaf drifts in
through the window
whiskey stains
on 'One Man's Moon'
winter solstice
(for Cid Corman)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem