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

white moon-haiku

When a haiku moment sparks, I must be awake. I’m glad I was when it flashed just now. This must have come from a memory; it could have happened during one of my daily walks–a moment that did not mean anything then, until it was distilled as this haiku. Precious as it is, I must give myself another $500 as ‘jornal’. I hope you agree with me.


white moon

over the crown of maples

his face when I left

June 25, 2009 Posted by | haiku | , | Leave a comment