autumn wind —
looking up for a fly ball
lost in falling leaves

Previously published in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine.


9 Responses

  1. francesruthharris Says:

    This is such a goodie~! Thank you~!

  2. Melissa Spurr Says:

    So true to life, Kathe! Great haiku!

  3. ly_la Says:

    are we speaking here of the sport called “flyball”?

  4. Dylan Tweney Says:

    ballfield —
    yellow gingko leaves mounded against the fence

  5. ly_la Says:

    caressing kindly
    and tousling at the end
    viperous autumn wind

    translated from my hungarian origin a few minutes ago:

    álnok őszi szél
    előbb simogat, aztán
    meg összekócol

  6. Dylan Tweney Says:

    ballfield —
    yellow gingko leaves mounded against the fence

  7. ly_la Says:

    caressing kindly
    and tousling at the end
    viperous autumn wind

    translated from my hungarian origin a few minutes ago:

    álnok őszi szél
    előbb simogat, aztán
    meg összekócol

  8. martin1223 Says:

    What a great poem!

  9. Helga Härle Says:

    reminds me of:

    a lost ball
    among fallen leaves
    his grave

    (the first haiku of mine that got published in The Heron's Nest, January 2002)

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