for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

passing breeze

passing breeze

ruffles the maple leaves–

tickled children

June 3, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | , ,


  1. Dear Alegria, this is my kind of haiku – a smiling haiku. One wonders if the trees are the children, or if the children are pretending to be trees, or if the one hears the laughter of children as the breeze teases the maple leaves.

    This haiku is perfect. You encourage me to write again. 🙂

    Comment by upinvermont | June 6, 2010 | Reply

    • Thanks again, Patrick! Yes, please do write again.

      Comment by alee9 | June 7, 2010 | Reply

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