Haiku #156

156.

Winter in white Spring,

How many men in cars

Are wondering where life went.

Haiku #152 – #154

152.

There is a place within me
I cannot find,
A forest without trees.

153.

The peacock speaks to me,
Then extends a claw
Onto a talking SUV. It’s Spring.

154.

The cherry blossom does not want
Or wait for ghosts.
Every year its stories explode.

Haiku #155

155.

A sphere in the garden of springs,
Turned into two tortoises
Uncoupled from my dreams.

Haiku #149 – #151

149.

A finery of magpies,
We take our delight
From angles which are right.

150.

Trillion-year old trillobite,
It’s thirty years since I bought you
In some shop. Will I emerge

151.

From floods and rot
To be propped on somebody’s
Bathroom shelf, a trinket.

Haiku #148

148.

Blossom in Spring,
The human condition
Leads me to writing.

Haiku #146 – #147

146.

Can I stay forever here,
The blossom monk asked his tree,
But no longer.

147.

All these books
And no words to read,
A sea of inky waves.

Haiku #144 – #145

144.

Clouds suspended,
Nothing ended,
A demise requires its authors.
145.
A house of lies
Outside my franchise residing,
Built by doubts in Spring.

Haiku #143

143.

Dragon asleep beneath mountains,
Dormant under centuries of snow.

When will you wake, with fire aglow.

Haiku #142

142.

Do not deny yourself the sea,

Those fields of foam,

You are as much the fish as me.

Haiku #140 – #141

140.

Tall firs in Spring,

Don’t wait for an epitomy.

You are the very thing indeed.
141.

I am the door 

That I will walk through

In hues of orange and blue.