// haikumages
Twoku: Night’s lonely singer / September’s last cicada / his buzz-saw love song. — The Haikook —
Twoku: Between evergreens / the apple tree out of view / secretly blossomed. — The Haikook — Save
Twoku: Frantic flurrying / Spring unsprung, now uncertain / in Winter’s last blast. – the Haikook
Twoku: Buds, blossoms bedecked / April adorned awfully / in snow, ice crystals. – the Haikook
Twoku: A raw day / unseasonable / spring un-sprung. Threeku: Raw, biting / the lion returns / with a cold. Fourku: The roaring lion / continues ferociously / scaring the…
Twoku: Melting, receding / reveals snowy battlefield / left in winter’s wake. – the Haikook
On this bright, chilly day, with belly and heart still full from yesterday’s family gathering, it feels as if autumn just gave way to Winter…with the same suddenness and aggression…
Wow! Springtime arrived, and is racing forward, the flowers coming and going quickly, trampling each other as they rush ahead, to briefly claim their 15 minutes of fame as heralds…
Twoku: First snowflakes of Fall / falling along with raindrops / felling the last leaves.