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
Hi, I'm Yukari Saisho. A haiku poet living in Tokyo. Thank you for visiting my blog.