A deep smell
of late Autumn rain
worked its way in from the steet
This was a line of prose in a short story ‘Birthday girl’ in Desire by Haruki Mirakami which I thought worked well as a haiku.
Here I record my own efforts at haiku, senryu and other short form poetry. I also provide a resources page and other comment on haiku. You can find some of my published haiku on the Living Haiku Anthology (https://preview.tinyurl.com/y88hqva7) and the Haiku Foundation Haiku Registry (https://preview.tinyurl.com/y9p2ahnl) - Roger Watson
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