Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Haiku Fragrance of Summer

Painting roses
Leaves might be hard
But thorns hurt

The moon does not care
Being gazed at or not
Resting in herself

Between the graves
A Buddha keeping the watch
Fragrance of incense

Thunderstorm passing
Ground is heating up again
Cicadas chirping

Abandoned tea hut
Tokonoma left empty
A creeper in bloom

As if
The spider in the net
Was listening to music

Siesta past noon
Feet on the cool wooden bench
Cat's purring

Two cicadas
On a long morning
Sun climbing up


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