autumn wind –
the bus stop
full of leaves
Author: Israel López Balan
I'm a mexican buddhist with a jewish name and mayan-spanish last names, who writes japanese haiku in english... What a cocktailized world!
autumn cleaning –
a desk drawer
full of dry pens
autumn rain –
a tattooed man sells
permanent markers
empty bus stop
the song of crickets
becomes stronger
busy weekend
a withered leaf falls
beside the broom
white petals–
the smell of flowers
over the tomb
wind at dusk–
between fallen leaves
a pigeon’s feather
a blackout
no light remains
except the moon
what a yellow!
against the concrete
the yellow flower