Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)

319 Hummingbird feeder In a hibernating tree— My bare hands are cold. 320 April showers wash Away Japanese flowers— Bonsai gardener. 321 How could I ever Count the raindrops on windows— Reflection of stars. 322 My foot plunges in Puddles deep as trenches chilled With the absent light.   323 A faceless chamber Voting against … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)