August thoughts

Tanka

eyes bulging
as a giant mushroom
blooms in the sky--
pigeons flutter
on Hiroshima Day


shivering
in the autumn chill
a wind chime
...must all things merge
into ether


Haiku


seventh time
for the spider...
she still says 'no'


sunset--
her words breaking up
into bird sounds


plop...
once more the moon
regains her face


the imprints
on a fresh page
'I'm leaving '