A thousand messages
fill the night. “Over here!”
sing the chorus frogs.
Friday haiku 83
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A thousand messages
fill the night. “Over here!”
sing the chorus frogs.
Another day
without color
among sparrows
I jump
Time pulls the chain
Splat!
Winter, already
a memory pushed away
by fragile blossoms
Up there, Orion
rules the darkness, but dawn breaks
arrows, dogs, and all