Haiku eighty.

Hello all!

Well another hectic day at work. And these haiku only came when I was walking home, and when I was at home just sitting and staring out the window. The last one needs a re-write, but oh well another time.

spring twilight

atop convention centre

a currawong calls

wind blows cold

under a tree

crushed eggs

crossing the bridge

sun-spots in my eyes

sun sinks behind hills

wind gusts

quivering green twilight

football cheers soar

That’s all folks!

Peace.

 

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About El Norto

I write haiku. This is my haiku journal.
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