Thursday, May 26, 2011


her kiss
would feel twice as soft –
alone again


an aspen leaf
rocking on the stream –
afternoon nap


old man's doubts —
raking last fall's leaves
into many piles



Magyar said...

leaf pile
in this rising wind
I doubt

My doubts, Warren, are always a pile of old leaves, stirred by a newer wind.

As always, _m

Warren said...

Jes' rakin' those leaves back and forth, mullin' over our doubts. Thanks, Doug.


Adelaide said...

A great set, Warren.


Warren said...

Thanks for stopping by, Adelaide - I always welcome your critiques and comments. If you ever have a suggestion on how to better one of my haiku, please let me know.


bogpan said...

Small world. From a friend I learned about your blog. Here I saw my friend Maja.
And to comment on autumn leaves

The season that didn’t exist
So the time
just like a river
lowers each waterside
from a higher
to a small one
or from colorful
to horizon.
So the time.

The children,
each fall
the yellow leaves
they gather.

"The Man Who…" 2009

Bozhidar Pangelov

Warren said...

Hi Bogpan - Yes, Maya is a big inspiration to me - she is a very good poet and overflows with insight. Thank you for stopping by, and thank you for sharing the wonderful poem.