Haiku The low yellow
The low yellow moon above
Quiet lamplit house
The low yellow moon above
Quiet lamplit house
scent of plum blossomson the misty mountain patha big rising sun
Waking in the night;the lamp is low,the oil freezing
It has rained enoughto turn the stubble on the fieldblack
Winter rainfalls on the cow-shed;a cock crows
The leeksnewly washed white,-how cold it is
Birds singing in the dark—Rainy dawn
Drinking my
Without sugar- No difference
The sparrow shits upside down—ah
my brain & eggs Mayan head in
The taste of rain—Why kneel
bone density
the branch crumbles
after the forest fire
Плотность кости
Eyes like emeralds
Gold earrings shine like the sun
Quite a stunning sight.
Today I walked past
All dressed in white, my how odd.
Quite a striking sight
A Haiku follows
Pulling it from my loud brain
What a lovely thing
A morning sunrise
Lights up the fields and forests
The coming of spring
The skeleton stands
Very peaceful against time
He will flip you off