The moon meditates in the stillness
of waters. Insects and frogs hold
their breath, listening to silence.
A row of willows sways gently
in serenity. Captivated,
I find my words lost in ether.
December 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Border Towns Haiku
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*This Brave New World*, CXXII
border towns linked
by a suspension bridge
smoky twilight
FYI: This haiku could be read as a sequel to mine below:
the arch...