harvest moon
a ball of fire rolls
over the shanties
starry night
a wooden boat packed
with migrants
human bodies
are found on the beach
foggy sky
people stand
in long lines at a food bank
winter sun
Sketchbook, 6:4, July/August 2011
A Room of My Own: Oriole Song Haiku
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hiking alone
I'm lost except for
oriole song
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
the scent
of dappled sunlight
redwood hike
*Autumn Moon Haiku Jour...
