2014年03月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 98th. week vol. 3

Over thirty years old, heard Japanese bush warbler call, I know Japanese apricot was there. Or, across the thirtieth street, heard Japanese bush warbler call, it told me to have a baby.
On a tryst is it, around a solitary pine tree, turn turn and turn seven times.
On July, no water, no god. Or, having a card of July, but no cards of June and October.
To a disjoin, the Japanese god standing at streets, put on a red clothes, Saint Nicolas looked on.
A swallow first appearance in this season, of the clothes line, sweeps under. Or, a wallow first appearance in this season, the edge of his sword Bisen-Nagahune-Osamitsu called as Monogoshizao by Sasaki Kojiro, escapes from brilliantly.

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