first snow
a passing child
sticks out her tongue
winter temple-
the white arms of a young monk
wiping the floor
new year's eve-
in the echo of fog horns
another voyage starts
~first published in Haiku Harvest 2005
Hi, Keiko! You've been missed. :)
I like all of these, but especially enjoyed (and remember!) the first one.
Posted by: aurora | November 30, 2007 at 07:45 PM
Three beauties, keiko. Don't stay away so long.
Posted by: Bill | November 30, 2007 at 10:59 PM
Lovely poems, Keiko -- all three, each in its own way :)
Posted by: Origa | December 01, 2007 at 12:53 AM
I've missed you, too, Keiko. Because of poems just like these.
Of course, Aurora especially enjoyed the first one -- it's about her.
Posted by: david giacalone | December 01, 2007 at 12:24 PM
Dear friends, thank you for the kind words, and sorry for not posting awhile...I haven't been feeling like accessing the computer lately ;(
Posted by: Keiko Izawa | December 01, 2007 at 06:58 PM
Aww, Keiko, hope you're okay. Nobody's pressuring you, we just miss you when you're not here.
Posted by: aurora | December 01, 2007 at 07:47 PM
Enjoyed.
Posted by: Robert | December 01, 2007 at 09:21 PM
Keiko, I enjoyed all these! My fav is probably the first.
Posted by: janet lynn davis | December 01, 2007 at 09:47 PM
Lovely Haiku!
Posted by: | December 07, 2007 at 07:33 PM
Wonderful haiku!
I did have my tongue out today.
Posted by: Yu Chang | December 18, 2007 at 08:12 PM