Hut of yupi

walk in the dusk of the evening, small roadside innuminations ~ saxifrage

Higher and higher, above the grayish countenance , reach to the blue sky

blooming in the white silence ~hydrangea

rainy morning, children go to school ~twirling umbrellas

enveloped in the scent of lily, an insect takes a nap in the most luxurious bed

Rub my drowsy eyes, and open the frig. a cream puff greets me. what a lovely morning!

We can tell the type of potato by its color of flower -a weekend farmer's trivia

"Did I tell this story before?" the gray-haired father asked. "It's the first time" the daughter said. a typical tarradiddle "Have you done your homework?" the mother asked. "Yes, I finished it!" the son said. a typical tarradiddle Sorry for my recent posts and deletes. I found spelling errors. tarradiddle dee Today's word is Tarradiddle The definition is "a trivial lie","Silly talk or writing, humbug"

Go! go into hiding! tadpoles elementary school boys perambulate in your pond Today's word is Perambulate the definition is "to walk about, roam or stoll", "To inspect (an area) on foot"

A purple flower longs for rain -a spiderwort

Don't ask me to go out I'm occupied for 24 hours a haimish guard Today's word is "haimish" the definition is "homely"

On a cool evening, Artemis holds Aphrodite in her arms Once in a day, Helios sends a silent message to Aphrodite she smiles back At the very moment when Helios meets Aphrodite, a gooseberry comes a passing shower

Yesterday, I joined a haiku party on Twitter . It was very simple, from 9:00 pm (-6 GMT); just post a Twitter short poem with a hash tag of #haikuparty. At first, I wondered if I could keep up the pace. However, as I read the posts, I came up with two poems. around the globe, around the clock, bubbles come out on a vast barrenness, rain drops are falling from a cloud called the heart Furthermore, it was fun to read the poems from various people across the world. I enjoyed the party a lot!

Ostensibly tender green prepares a sting to a careless intruder a caterpillar

In a vacant lot with wild flowers a restaurant is open for sparrows

Cooking with a worn-out recipe book the book is filled with handwritten momos of my mother

"Won't somebody buy me a coke?" beach sandals are chatting, while waiting for their masters

An elderly woman sells bamboo shoots at the roadside, wisp of dirt on her hands

Walk in the shadow under the sun of May Chocolate on a daughnut is melting in the heat of May

Open the window, the breeze bring the smell of summer into my room

a girl gathering pink petals at the beach under the wisteria trellis, in and out, a cat's tail

Variety of seedlings on display at a garden store take a weekend gardener into fantasy, rich harvest

Weed young vine clinging to the tree, a snail is dozing in the shadow of the leaves, walk away