writing haiku...
the cock crows
as if possessed
the vacuum humming
I revise
a spring haiku
color of the sky
like a cat dead for weeks
my summer haiku
a pause
between haiku
half-moon
writing haiku...
autumn sunlight breaks
through a wall of gray
winter solstice
a haiku lost and found
in my dream
the porridge
on my coffee-stained desk
rewriting haiku
(for Jack Kerouac)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..............this is a great title and a very nice write....I really like the winter solstice....enjoyed..