vivid kimono
interweave with maple leaves
an autumn collage
Bio: Monica St Hillaire is an aspiring writer with a love for all forms of poetry. She hopes to become a master of both traditional and modern haiku and her ambition is be the best wordsmith she can be.
Time is an arrow
with unknown trajectory
aim it at the moon
A kanzake Autumn
inner warmth, good memories
shared with family
Light and dark patterns
trickle through trees in summer
komorebi art
The proud geisha dances
clouds weeping at beauty
rain falls at her feet
Chrysanthemum fields
blooming in summer shadow
tell stories of kings
When the ronin chose his path
He walked it bravely
To cast aside tradition
To become his own master
Is a lesson that resonates through time
No matter the situation
Relationships, jobs, money
All fall to the wayside
In the pursuit of inner peace
A priceless feeling that can never be replicated
The stake that sticks up gets hammered down
And rises again
Stronger than ever before
Ghost of Tsushima
stride towards the Mongol horde
a one man army
A cherry blossom
precious as mental health
must be treated with care
You want some good luck in your life?
Find yourself a tanuki
Those little bastards have balls
Running around drinking and merrymaking
At all times of the day without a care in the world
There’s this old children’s tale that tells you all you need to know
Tan tan tanuki no kintama wa
Kaze mo nai no ni bura bura
You need to be careful because they’re hard to find
And even harder to catch
But it’s worth all the graft
They don’t call me golden balls for nothing
