so many grey clouds
piloted by great winds—
I want to go too!
Feb. 29th always (well, every four years) seems like a bonus day, an extra gift. And the extra that really good haiku give you is a resonating thought and/or emotion that continues long after the brief poem has ended. Think of Basho's leaping frog or his crow in autumn lingering on a bare branch.
leap year night
so many ways to spend it--
early sleep, more dreams
When I think of haiku, I imagine a gong in a very quiet place, struck forcibly, and how its reverberations continue to sound for a few minutes until afterwards even the silence feels charged.
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