156.
Winter in white Spring,
How many men in cars
Are wondering where life went.
Month: March 2017
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.
