autumn wind —
looking up for a fly ball
lost in falling leaves
Previously published in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine.
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autumn wind —
looking up for a fly ball
lost in falling leaves
Previously published in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine.
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 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
ballfield —
yellow gingko leaves mounded against the fence
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
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)