Thirty-nine hours
Face to face blossoms grinning
Spring dreams never fade.
Kudzu on phone poles
Recalculating again
Summer vacations
Autumn reds and golds
Birthdays remembered with joy.
Reflected in lakes
Tsarina shivers.
Siberian silence roars,
freezing her smile.
“Haiku uses an economy of words to paint a multi-tiered painting, without “telling all”.[9] Or as Matsuo Bashō puts it, “The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.”[10]” Wikipedia
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