Reddening as leaves drop
Persimmons by the pavement
Waiting to be picked
I read this beautiful Haiku on my Grandpa AshiAkira’s blog, yesterday. And I told him: „I am sorry I am not there to pick up one to see its taste :)”
He responded me with another gorgeous Haiku.
„I want that,” she says
I stretch up but it’s too high
The persimmon laughs
By the same Author: A persimmon tree
Guest Post by Ashi Akira,
my dearest Grandpa from Japan
I dedicate this blog to two old men who are haunting my mind many many years. They are the “ghosts” of WW2 pilots both of whom died in the war. They are a Japanese suicide pilot and an American P-38 pilot.
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