Autumnal haiku poems

Autumn-Twilight

The hills cast shadows,
And pampas grass is swaying
In sunlit meadows.

Buson


Autumn Moon

Is there anyone
Who will not take up his brush
With this moon tonight!

Onitsura

 

Urban steam skyscrapers


three noisy mallards
zipping
through a shattered zone


strewn detritus of
torn ochre and golden pinks
mashed into shards,
blown hither and thither



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