Rain sounds on hard ground.
Cherry blooms and falls at once.
We half-turn to home.
Author's note: On our penultimate night in Japan, we stayed in a small house near Hakone. We arrived after dark, exhausted and hungry, but come the morning, I pulled open the paper shoji doors to find the small office space pictured above. I was called, as I am sure anyone here would have been, to take five minutes to write a little haiku. There I am, above, writing it.
I will follow up this haiku shortly with an invitation, as I made a discovery that excited me somewhat in the process of writing it, but that is for another story...
One which you can now find here.
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