Haiku – Seven Hundred Jisei

Haiku #762

762.

Middle of chaos,
Will our dead be appeased by
Photographers’ fees?

761.

End of the north line.
Moss, lichen on the buffers.
More forests ahead.

760.

Countless lake raindrops.
We are not dissimilar,
Lost in the grey mist.

759.

Fireflies on my wall,
Who were you before the fall?
Who will you be soon?

758.

Highest mountain pass,
Enlightenment on far sides.
Impasses abound.

757.

A sluice in my youth
Burst into a brand new truth,
Held the adult me.

756.

There is nothing new
In just a misdirected
Morning hair or two.

755.

Drowned, advice blossoms;
Hopeless as watering shrubs
In heavy rainstorms.

754.

Convalescent life,
Constant small recoveries
From what we once lost.

751.

Irrefutable
In leafy greens, tall treetops,
Stepping stones untouched.

752.

Neither blue artist
Nor musician need portray
How much I miss you.

753.

That was that because
Of me, and this is this, blue,
Because of me too.