haiku, the beginning of fall
Saturday morning
there is a chill in the air
leaves fall silently.
Leaves are urchins
no one to discipline them
the lost generation
Summer is still here
by noon it will be hot again
the last gasp of death.
Yellow leaves on roads
the process is beginning
from the lost to soil.
Oskar, It is right that it is so, the change in seasons. Your Haiku is proof enough. -QtR
Vivid imagery..beautifully expressed in haiku form...10 ++!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful well penned Autumn in 4 haiku Enjoyed