full moon at summer’s end: tea steeped in moonlight
Tag: haiku
floating constellations in the pond: flowerfall
the crows grow quiet as the mist rolls up the hillside
the weather has been kind lately: perhaps the gods are going back to sleep
summer’s soul leaves the meadow in its own time
summer packs up and the driftwood ancient as time itself floats in
bloated belly: swallowed a ton of salt winds on the breakwall
summer at low tide: the crab scare on the bread baited hook
tread lightly: where the grass grows in soft spirals
keeping the evenings gentle with a ritual emptying of the cluttered mind
elancharan gunasekaran 