jornales

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

maple twig

maple twig

turns  lemon hue in the rain–

i reply to summer mail

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September 13, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | , ,

4 Comments »

  1. It is true. I saw one already.

    Comment by Raven Garland | September 13, 2010 | Reply

    • …and seeing one, didn’t it sort of tug at your heart? Summer is slipping away, that’s what the twig signals for me.

      Comment by alee9 | September 15, 2010 | Reply

  2. The connection between the two ideas eludes me, but this isn’t a bad thing. Whenever I read Japanese haiku, the connections and allusions don’t always jump out at me. As it is, I like it.

    Perhaps you have been too long corresponding? Autumn has arrived and the leaves are turning the color of lemons – a hint of sourness?

    Comment by upinvermont | September 14, 2010 | Reply

    • Thanks as always, Patrick. I know, I keep working at making the connections easier to get.

      Yes, I guess I feel autumn brings with it an initial sourness, or bitterness before the glorious turning happens. I didn’t mean to associate this biological fact (if I remember right) but I did–that when colors appear on the leaves, a plant, a tree begins to expel its fluids, its acids, thus its hues, as it withdraws to ‘die’ in the winter.

      Thanks again.

      Comment by alee9 | September 15, 2010 | Reply


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