Another day
without color
among sparrows
Friday haiku 82
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Another day
without color
among sparrows
Tag Archives: seasons
Friday haiku 80
Winter, already
a memory pushed away
by fragile blossoms
Friday haiku 79
Up there, Orion
rules the darkness, but dawn breaks
arrows, dogs, and all
Friday haiku 78
First hot day of spring
the weeping cherry decides
its now or never
Friday haiku 77
Do fish,
too,
dream of spring?
exiles child 