haiku - Encouragement

Kobayashi Issa, "On a branch…"

An insect makes their own boat and then launches into their opera, like a Venetian gondolier.

Lots of light rain in South Jersey makes everything a bit too overgrown.

"Writing shit about new snow / for the rich / is not art" is a blunt instrument, clear about its stand and too short to be a rant.

Mori achieves an affecting memoir of what COVID wrought.

I believe most of us can relate to getting older, losing friends, and becoming lonelier.

Charity, I’ve learned, is near meaningless without a charitable spirit.