Haiku (I)

by Elizabeth

The old fisherman

casting out his line,

holding his hat.


White linen bedclothes –

a little whiter, I think,

and they would be gone!


Winter afternoon –

the tea is pouring out

faster than the rain.


A carpenter ant

is toiling in the stable:

he, too, is my friend.


Lady Gray –

what a weathered cheek,

what a sorrowful mouth.