autumn wind — looking up for a fly ball lost in falling leaves Previously published in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine.
—Kathe L. Palka
Issue 09.1 | 14 December 2009
This is such a goodie~! Thank you~!
So true to life, Kathe! Great haiku!
are we speaking here of the sport called “flyball”?
ballfield —yellow gingko leaves mounded against the fence
caressing kindlyand tousling at the endviperous autumn wind
translated from my hungarian origin a few minutes ago:
?lnok ?szi sz?lel?bb simogat, azt?nmeg ?sszek?col
What a great poem!
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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December 14th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
This is such a goodie~! Thank you~!
December 14th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
So true to life, Kathe! Great haiku!
December 15th, 2009 at 8:32 am
are we speaking here of the sport called “flyball”?
December 15th, 2009 at 8:51 am
ballfield —
yellow gingko leaves mounded against the fence
December 15th, 2009 at 4:35 pm
caressing kindly
and tousling at the end
viperous autumn wind
translated from my hungarian origin a few minutes ago:
?lnok ?szi sz?l
el?bb simogat, azt?n
meg ?sszek?col
December 15th, 2009 at 4:51 pm
ballfield —
yellow gingko leaves mounded against the fence
December 16th, 2009 at 12:35 am
caressing kindly
and tousling at the end
viperous autumn wind
translated from my hungarian origin a few minutes ago:
?lnok ?szi sz?l
el?bb simogat, azt?n
meg ?sszek?col
November 14th, 2011 at 12:16 pm
What a great poem!
November 17th, 2011 at 6:19 pm
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)