in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Friday, 9 May 2014

Three Spring Haikai

Swallows from the shed
scythe through the gloaming to catch
the last daylight flies.

Wind sways a window
and the countryside swerves
before the rain comes.

Mouldy winter straw
is the only reminder
of old politicians.

1 comment:

Marcus Billson said...

Now this is a poem.
Bravo.
Truly wabi/sabi !