#haiku by @__r_A_ [Home]
invisible / but aroma lets me know its existence / fragrant olive blossoms
yellow gold field / fruitful ears of rice droop heavily / lycoris radiatas beside
power of nature / a bunch of cosmoses blooms / from a crack in concrete ascent
starlings on a tree begin chirpping / like a domino / tweetings burst from lined trees
in cool, early morning air / ride an empty road on a bicycle / refreshing
nervousness in morning trains / students in uniform set problems each other / final struggle during exam time
higher and clearer sky / thin and flat clouds drift / over eulalias
a blade bounces / by one drop of rain / fresh green shines glossily
in the universe / filled with shining stars / new discouered comet runs
a new bowl / filled with excitement in it / the first time I dish up rice
a new bowl / filled with excitement / first time I dish up rice
surrounded with green / yellow, red, orange blades of grass tremble / still they stand on the spot
pale blue morning / the rising sun is seen over mountains / long white breath
a yellow leaf / moves away from a thin branch / letting windows blow
twilight / in a space between blue and vermilion / full moon shines
drive in autumn expresrway / crimson fallen leaves flutter to the asphalt / dried scent floats through windows
draw a deep breath / no more freezing futon in winter nights / a hot-water bottle
clearer air in winter night sky / look up and hold my white breath / Orion's Belt twinkles
short of breath / a bicycle dashes through the air / numb ears with cold
in the winter / make long sleeves longer by force / to protect tingle fingers
the sun goes down / smoke comes out from a chimney / reflecting red light
cherry trees are mirrored / on the surface of the water / warm colored river
in light blue / smoll white clouds are scattered around / a single red contrail runs
in light blue / a single sunset contrail runs / through scattered small white clouds
smells of ink and paper / fills in a small antiquarian bookshop / faded spines with no title
smells of ink and paper fills / spines with a faded title line up / in a small antiquarian bookshop
at joints of princkly leaves / tiny white flowers bloom in a group / sweet fragrance of Osmanthus ilicifolius hints
outside is rainy gray / sounds of dripping from roofs echo / through an alone house
yellows of the winter day / when the longest night of year comes / pumpkins and citrus junoses for health
sitting with my legs swinging / a big smile break out on my face / by smell of roast chicken
on a bicycle at night / coming in wind snow hits a down jacket / rustling sounds rise up
night / let's feel unseen snow by its sound / on nylon jacket
half-dark morning / there is thick ice on his water / dog barks with a perplexed look
shivering with cold / shorthaired dog wags his tail outside / stroke or let him go house
swinging bamboo grasses / from a stream of visitors / to Ebisu
drizzle reflects / sunshine comeing through / edges of pale cloud
one raven spreads its wings / extends its craws fully to the ground / momentary hovering before landig
under the strong sunlight / one colored plastic mechanical pencil / casts its shining orange shadow
seen through misted windows / railways have dully lustre in silverly white / of snows