“A Few Haiku (16)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#91)

How can hope survive
Solitary kitchen chair
And the empty bed

…..

(#92)

These old feet are numb
Memories are bitter cold
I must watch my step

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(#93)

I sought from the fox
Wisdom; he gave me instead
A flash of his tail

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(#94)

Breeze in bamboo grove
Sake choko clattering
Empty memories

…..

(#95)

Who has spilled the sky
Into the pond? Sunset fire
Burns lotus blossoms

…..

(#96)

Once, in the forest
Autumn taught me of sorrow
What will winter bring

11 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (16)”

    1. Yes, sometimes hope is all we have left. I suppose we can only hope that’s enough. Thank you so much, as always, for reading and commenting, Reena. I truly appreciate it. And thank you for writing such hopeful poetry on your blog. It’s soul-cleansing and much needed. 🙂

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