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

Previously published in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine.

Published by

Kathe L. Palka

Kathe lives near Flemington, New Jersey together with her husband of 36 years, Joseph and their beloved Welsh Pembroke corgi Garth. She writes in both free verse and Japanese forms. Together with Peter Newton, she co-edits the daily online micro-poetry journal T I N Y W O R D S.

9 thoughts on “”

  1. 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

  2. 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

  3. 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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