Haiku seventy five.

Hello all!

A paltry amount today.

after grandmas funeral

a cold night

I wear her cardigan

new day

sunlight streams in

steam from green tea

a flash of red

in the watery bowl

I flush not looking

on the street

a couple moving in

under yellow blossoms

unmown lawn

heaven for bees

dandelion forest

yellow blossoms

in the crook of the tree

a popsicle stick

I can’t tell you how uninspired I feel. Oh wait I just did. I just read Julie Beveridge’s Home is where the heartache is, it’s a collection of haibun, and they are mostly harrowing! But so exquisitely good! John Knights Big man catching a small wave, haiku collection, is also too good for words! Just visit the Post pressed website and help him pay some bills, if you love poetry you won’t regret it!

Peace.

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About El Norto

I write haiku. This is my haiku journal.
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