As autumn creeps in front yards
the groomed suburban scenery changes
With no thoughts of lingering here
Canada geese fly south to beyond
Sitting by the window when moonlight stirs
I raise my cup to you an ocean away
The hours are fast in flight
the bright moon has dimmed her rays
My heart is bound with sorrow
I hear the night’s passing
When shall we lean against the window
in the brightness, our tears dried up
February 2010 Issue of Word Catalyst
Butterfly Dream: Outfield Haiku by Cor van den Heuvel
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*English Original*
the ball sky-high
as the crack of the bat
reaches the outfield
*Baseball Haiku*, 2007
Cor van den Heuvel
*Chinese Translation (Tradi...