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light mist
among the wisteria
a hummingbird whirs
snowdrift
against a blind man’s cane
the smell of wet asphalt
tidal bore —
my shadow brushes the tip
of the willet’s beak
victory garden
fireworks
just because
wind turbines
turning round and round
a summer dream
gray skies
a darker shade of gray
barometric pressure
fleeting shadows
across a shimmering pond
the full moon
crescent moon
snagged by a tree
thoughts that detain me
a sudden downpour…
two lovers seen refuge
under a small umbrella
CORRECTION:
a sudden downpour…
two lovers seek refuge
under a small umbrella
A haiku sent in via email by Tom West:
Twinned table-topped hills
Frame two primordial bays –
The cook chars paprika
Glendale, nr Dunvegan, Scotland (19/6/15)
Left alone
the peasant and the field –
finally at rest
…..
Sa moeng rd, near Chiang Mai, Thailand (02/07/15)
summer morning
birdsong echoing from
forested hills
***
winter storm
sweeping white roses
off twins tombstone
Love birdsong echoing from forested hills.
warm regards,
Alan
Thank you Alan for appreciating my haiku.
lost in thought
I stray into the way
of butterflies
Really like this!
Alan
Thank you very much, Alan.
frosty evening
I chant for us
walking through forest
***
autumn wind
carry maple leaves
across untrodden path
wasp nest in a maze
a boy keeps his own counsel
inside the corn field
Alan Summers
Great capture of a moment, Alan. I can see and feel the emotion.
Thanks Grace. :-) It’s the maze between Bradford on Avon and Avoncliff.
warm regards,
Alan
nightfall…
unfazed by the parting
a heron and his shadow
Always love a heron haiku!
Here’s one from me:
night of small colour
a part of the underworld
becomes one heron
Alan Summers
Publication Credit: Modern Haiku Vol. 45.2 Summer 2014
Anthology credit: Haiku 2015 (Modern Haiku Press, 2015)
http://www.modernhaiku.org/mhbooks/index.html
grandmother’s room
devoid of knick & knacks
but a Christmas rose
*****
winter evening
a frosted Buddha
awaits for sunlight
Thanks for these, Payal. ‘grandmother’s room’ chosen for inbox 37. Used the normal English ‘knick-knacks’ (hope that’s OK). Please see footnote about the Christmas rose: am I correct in my assumption?
(posted for Kamome)
Dear Tito,
As the world’s greatest champion of the unprolific, I ask you to accept this modest effort. I haven’t committed anything to paper for ages, though some haiku and senryu have been floating around in my head for a while without me being able to pin them down. I have also composed a tanka, but it is too bawdy to send, let alone post on the site. Here, however, is something that is acceptable:
Charity shopfront –
Woodworm holes in the handle
Of an old man’s cane.
I follow your work on Mt.Ogura and your activism with interest. Give my regards to all who remember me.
Yours,
Kamome
from over the hills
the lowing of a cow
bulrushes tall
in the pond (June, Mineral Point)
Stained glass autumn:
Blue sky beyond
Bare black-limbed oaks,
Their fallen leaves carpeting the grass,
And gold orange red maples (November, Rennebohm Park)
Moon slightly waxed past half
clean in the pale blue
of November first morning sky (November, Madison)
(Jane Wieman, Wisconsin)
their dance
learned from flowers…
black butterflies
first cuckoo…
a slight hesitation
in the nun’s prayers
Times crossword…
I swap my fountain pen
for a pencil
cloudburst…
running feet mirrored
on the pavement
Although rather out-of-season, much liked ‘first cuckoo’, so selected it for our inbox 37. Thank you for your submissions.
Thank you very much, Tito
fresh snow
the new beauty
of a lifeless rose
Chosen for inbox 37. Thanks.
Thank you, Tito. I very much enjoy being a part of this wonderful community.
squinting my eyes
sun becomes
a prisoner
first white flakes
she follows the yellow line
to chemo
new shoes
snow squeaks like
last year’s
Published. Thank you! Hisashi
Six years in the north,
And my London-born mother
Lets slip a flat ‘A’ (1).
Cooking for Mother –
After decades of control,
Her kitchen, revealed.
Shallow lake stretches
Between the rec (2) ground goalmouths –
Cotton wool clouds pass.
(1) A point of pronunciation, common in the north of England but not in the south; e.g. /fotograf/ rather than /fotogra:f/.
(2) rec = recreation. In the UK, the ‘rec’ is the name often given to a grass-covered sports ground available for the use of the general public.
Third, published. Thanks! Hisashi
morning birdsong
before the motorway
roars
evening hush
beyond city lights
wires hum
Published. Thank you! Hisashi
full snow moon
looking back where we might have been
should have laid out as
full snow moon
looking back where
we might have been
pre dawn
sound of temple bells
wake up the beggars
*****
autumn moon
cradling in its blossom
memories-old and new
lights out…
the bluebottle and I
settle to sleep
Please tell us your name.
Sorry, it’s Grace Galton
passing a rocky path
a farmer
sound asleep
family portrait —
ancestral house behind us
fading
Baguio by night
street food and old clothes
keep me warm
gong of the bell
taken by wind
my blowing hair
bare branches –
I carry the bin across light
scattered on gravel
spring tree grows
against its old bark
shot echoing …
breakup by mobile message –
whirlpool
in the bathroom sink
the marina
cluttered with yachts
suddenly a clink!
paddling
dead skin sloughs off
my red feet
The fourth, published. Thank you! Hisashi
The first selected for Inbox 39. Thanks
a kestrel stoops –
the cutting edge
of a Shakuhachi
Have selected this for our Inbox 39. I trust that ‘stoops’ means ‘plummets’?
Thanks, Tito, for including my haiku in Inbox 39. Yes, “stoops” is the word for a kestrel’s aerial dive as it seeks its prey.
mounted on a rusted pole a rain beat flag
Thanks, Payal. Published in Inbox 39
noren dripping
the fragrant froth
of green tea
cold morning moon
streaks of cloud discreetly veil
an absent face
Thanks. Published in Inbox 39
Stoops is when a bird of prey swoops down on their prey
OK, will have to change it back, I guess, though very few will understand that term, I fear