An open literary space of the Korea Haiku Federation where short poems meet long reflections.
Before the Yellow Blossoms — A Haiku Essay on Scotch BroomSpring flowers usually arrive with a quiet light. Plum blossoms bloom in the lingering cold of early s...
Before the Yellow Blossoms — A Haiku Essay on Scotch BroomSpring flowers usually arrive with a quiet light. Plum blossoms bloom in the lingering cold of early s...
Even upon the bent-backed earth, the roses were quietly blooming.
Inside the theater, beneath the drawn black curtain, it was quiet like an old breath.The weight of silence slowly settled over the seats, and people inhale...
The Cicada ShellA cicada shellAfter crying through one whole lifeA deep, thick sound remainsThe cicada cried.On a summer daywhen the heat, once burning red,...
When spring flowers bloom, people first notice their colors. Looking at petals of pink, white, pale yellow, and fresh green, they say that the season has arrived.
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