“A Few Haiku (5)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#25)

Fronds torn by the storm
Willow bathes her wounds in tears
Heaven cries above

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(#26)

In konara copse
Broken axe is silent now
Entombed by the ferns

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(#27)

In my sorrow I
Doubt that even sparrow’s joy
Can restore my heart

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(#28)

In chill autumn rain
Memories of sakura
Memories of you

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(#29)

There is bird-song when
I see my bare-footed love
Smiling demurely

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(#30)

All I wish for you
Is that you are happy and
You’ll remember me

2 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (5)”

    1. Thanks for the kind comment. The utter stillness of this forgotten little tableau just sort of jumped out at me. Also, I recalled finding an old rusted axe in a tree as a kid growing up on a farm. There was no telling how long that axe had been there, but its patina of rust told me it had likely been decades. It was such a strange discovery, an unexpected treasure for a young kid to stumble upon, and such a mystery, too. It’s odd how these random encounters stick in our minds. I’m glad you liked this one. 🙂

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