The profligate sun
Lavishes his gold, gilding
Even the clothesline...
He strikes his image --
Day's new-minted coin, shining
Day's new-minted coin, shining
In the blue pot's glaze . . .
Teasing the white wall
Till it blushes rosy pink
Behind my shadow.
Even a small dog
Seems to enjoy the light touch
Of the morning sun.
prodigue son or, dorant
Même l'étendoir
A son effigie
Frappe monnaie du jour sur
L'émail du pot bleu
Taquinant le mur
Blanc qui *en devient tout rouge/or /Blanc *qui pique alors un fard
Derrière mon ombre
Même un petit chien
Semble aimer la touche d'or
Du soleil levant
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In French, we say "Piquer un fard" (familier)for "to blush"
Courtesy of Miss Yves, who renders my haiku into French, making them sound much lovelier.
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