Some haiku

(most of which I composed while "sauntering" in the Virginia woods)

 

Timeless (6)

Ancient Battlefield -

trees, trails, meadows, & deer.

Nearby oasis!

 

Inviting forest

path meandering ahead.

Car sounds fade behind.

 

Reflecting silence -

darkness before and behind -

breathing with eyes closed.

 

Dark marble slate?

Startled frog leaps into you.

Sound of water – splash!

 

“No fans to be found,

famous rock star escaping” –

skunk scent wakens me.

 

Endless trail ahead;

“One foot and then the other” –

here, I am at home.

 

 

Spring (3)

Among felled giants –

Isabelle’s wrath receding -

orphaned sapling grow.

 

Snapping underbrush!

Reflexive movement catches -

a deer family.

 

My pounding footsteps –

a melodious robin

accompanies me.

 

Summer (8)

A flash! Another!

Peripherally catching

Summer’s first fireflies. 

 

Streamside path darkens.

Firefly row illuminates,

guiding me back home.

 

Languid summer eve –

neon lime flashes hover

in your tranquil air.

 

Emerald leaves shine -

a kayak gliding along

scatters your brilliance.

 

Glistening water.

A young, thirsting tree stretches –

drinking in deeply.

 

Sweltering & thick –

lazy forest wanderings –

Eve dew condenses.

 

Butterfly catching

cool cascading water and

last moments in sun

 

N.B. when I composed the above haiku, Christyl Everleigh composed the following:

Blue wings fluttering.

Falling waters sing a dirge.

The day is waning. (CE)

 

 

Fall (6)

Generous fall trees –

blanketing my path with roses -

humbly walking.

 

In a canopy

of pulsating brown and green,

cicadas singing.

 

Rich multihued leaves

atop autumn trees, dancing.

Clear pond reflects you.

 

Amiable trees –

vibrant gold and auburn leaves

dancing towards the ground.

 

Solitary man,

migrating flock of geese –

all seeking shelter.

 

Swollen clouds let go -

trail and creek becoming one.

Wet feet forgotten.

 

 Winter (2)

Giant wooden fork?

Cunning tree pointing skyward –

Again, I am deceived!

 

They say you are dead –

Lying vibrant rust hued pines.

And yet – here you are!

 

 An introductory essay on haiku

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