In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.
I'm coming! Don't move!
Once again it is April.
Today is the day
we would have been married
twenty-six years.
I finished with April
halfway through March.
You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.
Then they stay dead.
Will Hall ever write
lines that do anything
but whine and complain?
In April the blue
mountain revises
from white to green.
The Boston Red Sox win
a hundred straight games.
The mouse rips
the throat of the lion
and the dead return.
You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen. Then they stay dead. That reached right into the hole in my soul-and squeezed. It would have been 13 years for me-second wife. And I still miss her.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful haiku. Thanks for sharing.
Duplicity Is/ Such A Profound Sounding Word.../ Let's Duplicate It!
I Nailed The Wrong HALL.../ And So, I Apologize... / Thus, Am i Humbled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... only a few are real haiku...