Day five of NaPoWriMo, surprised by how many I managed to write today. We had a hard morning of work and aside from a few scribbles when I first woke up, I didn't do much writing early in the day. But then I had a few moments for reading and so flicked through The Classic Tradition of Haiku, a wonderful collection of translated haiku which always inspire me. So in the end, I didn't do too badly. Here they are.
26.
quiet morning light
cutting air, springtime old house
mobile phone goes off
27.
cold farmyard outhouse
birds tweeting while I'm shitting,
who sings while they shit?
28.
and on viewing all
which blossoms in the park do
your eyes return to?
29.
turning autumn leaves
so beautiful before death
pink of babies cheek
30.
then having fallen
do blossoms regret their flight?
cold, the evening ground
31.
the sun sets first for
the birds up in the tree, yet
down here, oh lament
32.
flyaway tendrils
the spring breeze undoes my hair
teasing fingertips