Winter Crows

Variations of haiku on themes by Issa, Basho, and Frost.

mocking a farmer
Who’s sowing his corn, —
a crow cackling, I can wait

A withered branch
a crow stopped to rest,
— it’s winter

A bit more sinister …

A withered branch
a crow kept an eye on me
as he rested

one after another
crow after crow
comes in disorder

the crow shook snow
down on me
from a tree

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