November 12th, 2009

hasui hirakawa morning

No sun, no moon

O useful Friends' FL. Here is a happy November poem

who are you, little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window; at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling: that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)

--e.e. cummings

And my own long-ago semi-haiku (there are pedantic arguments why 17 English syllables are much longer than 17 Japanese syllables, one being that by Japanese count November has 4 syllables, but I'll spare you them)

November sun.
My neighbour's garden
is back again

Yesterday back in TO amid the smell of dry fallen leaves and brilliant blue skies. 'Fall is the best time to do anything' someone said in a New York article long ago. Is true.
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