Tag: haiku

sound of mud autumn frog leaps from pond

invisible thread spider rappels down from heavens

filter the morning noise and listen to the rain

the drizzle finds the damp body sensual

the autumn mist softens the concrete

autumn moon the drizzle light and dizzy

bloody mynahs rioting outside the train station

do felled trees go to heaven query the crow

an open eye scans the grey landscape

why pronouns we should identify as: cruel