Saturday, April 9, 2022

Photo Essay: Haiku: 春の木の山 The woodpile in spring

 

The woodpile in spring --

some kind of a bug wakes up;

it's hungry for blood.





The woodpile in spring --
pining for the snow and flame;
now a hollow gourd.




The woodpile in spring --
sorry, chips, you're not needed.
Seasonal layoff.

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