first frog voices
somewhere in the darkness
petals are falling
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Scott Metz
Scott Metz has been living and working in western Japan for the last 3 years or so. He's currently co-editor of the haiku e-zine Roadrunner and a member of The Skipping Stones haiku group. His first small collection of haiku, The Youngest Ones, was published in Fall of 2005 by tribe press. His second, Lost & Found, can be found at www.tel-let.com.
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Crow silk
catkins of willows
and the love song
A good sketch!
Could visualize it!
– kala
dawn approaches-
the last croak
as though broken
those same petals
falling through dark in my chest
lone frog answering
winter
an ouzel under a shrub
pecking its hunger…
hidden frogs
i
turn up
the
rock
&
roll
nice blog
on the splintered bench
down by the mirrored lake
i watch the day begin