Friday, November 28, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
fifteenth haiku
not yet the last year -
breathless, red-cheeked, laughing boy -
you will jump in leaves
Friday, November 21, 2008
fourteenth haiku
wind brings breath of snow,
crunchy leaf scent, strangest spice:
freshly cut green grass
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