Wednesday, February 18, 2015

3 haiku poems

A summer river being crossed

how pleasing
with sandals in my hands!

Light of the moon
Moves west, flowers' shadows
Creep eastward.

In the moonlight,
The color and scent of the wisteria
Seems far away.


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