night deepening . . .
family, home, and house
embodied
in one Chinese word, Jia,
murmured in my attic room
Hundred Gourds, 1:4,2012
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...
