Morning Haiku and Waka – Tanka

by Georgia

persimmons at dawn

persimmons at dawn
under the dripping fog
a single leaf falls
resonating in my soul
[the echos of autumn]

a whining lament
runs through my mind at dawn
an ancient sound
like the echoing wind
across a high plateau

© G.s.k. ‘15



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