in a month or two
they visit every temple
walking many miles
~Cie~
Note:
I'm not a nit-picker, but I'm aware that the label "Haiku" for this poem is not quite correct. It lacks the irony, snark, and/or melancholy of a Senryu. It is simply an observation, but not of nature or the seasons. For lack of a better term, I'm just calling it a Haiku-like poem.