Haiku with Yukari

autumn comes quietly yet publicly fresh coolness― my hair and walking stick both brown band-aids are ginger-colored autumn night veins are wisteria-colored art exhibition Chinese lanterns are took out the desk is fold up figs― haiku stand vertically obituaries lie horizontally floodgate― the typhoon has passed you have left

gathered around a pot being connected like machines an electric blanket under your butt on my knees chirping― a deodorizer is refilled there's no promise but here I have a uguisu mochi long time I can wait if it's a letter a sakura mochi a warabi mochi loving everyone and no one a dog watching café au lait spring fallen leaves human beings never forget their owner spring evening glow quietly swaying to the facility spring bus AA batteries for a remote control spring for love

atrium— April is delivered like a pizza a dog overtaking bikes― spring river scattering flowers on a window after bathing― nata de coco a long day― stretching out on an unpurchased bed a new employee standing like a life-size panel   an azalea night I might be poor or not living in the neighborhood in sweatpants on Showa Day the quiet distortion called home― flowering dogwood pushing a lettuce core in to hollow it out flower irises blooming at an elementary school with no one   wearing a serious T-shirt to go get checked a banana peel curved like a banana on the curtain ebb and flow of a night Dazai’s Day a house with roses a small tank drying up pulling a folding chair the flower mat slightly warps   a newly built house dozing in white spider’s afternoon forgetting your name yet not forgetting your perfume name in the shadows hydrangeas break each other apart an outer side like an inner side an insect net...

 Noise early summer people with a bag or a dog dog, dog, another dog that are called dogs of May   heads smile when struck clematises hands and foot passion flowers blooming in brightness the same hand is behind lacecap hydrangeas washing hair lively like a patient a small voice from a skinny child in summer dusk of water hands blooming on the glass   too many tin walls overflowing trumpet creepers when it turns golden clouds are broken rainy season

悲しみは体の仕事星月夜 sadness is the body's work starry moonlit nights 蜻蛉飛ぶ蜻蛉の中が狭すぎて a dragonfly flies because its inside is too small ぶらんこの子が真夜中を待つてゐる a child on a swing is waiting for midnight 花の宴君の代はりに夜が来て cherry blossom viewing the night came instead of you

Let me share the following tanka by Kaoru Natsukaze, which was contributed to a local newspaper in November 2024. とおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおくの戦争 ／夏風かをる wars in farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr away (translated by me)  I think it satirically describes our apathetic attitudes towards the wars in "far away". Simple and powerful tanka. Some people pointed out that it must be based on Jiro Kato's tanka, which was written in 1991: にぎやかに釜飯の鶏ゑゑゑゑゑゑゑゑゑひどい戦争だった ／加藤治郎 chicken in a pot with rice in a lively manner eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it was a terrible war (translated by me)