after the long whistle . . . moonlit fields 後 長い笛 月明かりの野原 on the still mill owner’s roof also — hailstones 上に 静かな製紛場の所有者の屋根も あられ among the cold stones somehow a single lily — my fifty two years 冷たい石の間 どういうわけか一輪の百合 私の52年間 spring drizzle . . . the weather app is slow to upgrade 春の霧雨 天気アプリが遅い 格上げへ … Continue reading World Haiku Series 2020 (49) Haiku by Kanchan Chatterjee →

World Haiku Series 2019 (87) Haiku by Kanchan Chatterjee   cold night . . . the smell of mothball from my rug   寒い夜．．． 防虫剤の匂い 私の敷物から   quiet evening . . . the host slides the shoji to show her roses   静かな夜．．． 主人が障子をすうっと開ける 彼女のバラを見せる   in the doc's chamber a grasshopper slides in through … Continue reading World Haiku Series 2019 (87) Haiku by Kanchan Chatterjee →