Two haiku today, both fron the Haiku Book for Mom:
pest control man
spraying poison
around the yard —
insects scatter fast!
❤️
through my sister’s eyes
lily-white cactus flowers
floating
in the pond
.
Two haiku today, both fron the Haiku Book for Mom:
pest control man
spraying poison
around the yard —
insects scatter fast!
❤️
through my sister’s eyes
lily-white cactus flowers
floating
in the pond
.
.
solitude —
even clock
ticking in kitchen
an unwelcome guest
.
.
suddenly
knowing
I
was
falling
∙
the
hard
cement
.
.
autumn colors!
oranges reds and golds
scattered on ldriveways
lawns and streets
all the fallen
maple leaves
.
.
Posted at WE on 10-24-23 from A Haiku Book for Mom:
.
morning rain has paused —
flowering ash tree
blossoms with doves
.
.
still
stone
statue
tail fixed in time
cat
ready to pounce
.
(As posted at WE, revised a bit from the original in A Haiku Book for Mom 2015.)
.
.
let’s dance!
∙
young girls twirl
skirts flaring
their partners
turning to bow —
still!
50 years later
fall festival days
at the local grade school
.
From 10/14/23 to 10/21/23 I made sure the first eight haiku in A Haiku Book for Mom were posted in each of my main haiku blogs. They had already been posted in the main blog, Haiku Djean and the Alceon Haiku blog because I had copied all the posts from the one blog to the other when I created the Alceon blog. They weren’t all at the Haikuing to Heaven blog or the MomKu/Haikuing to Mom blog since both were created for their own specific reasons much later than the 2015 book for Mom so I made sure they are also there now.
fluttering haiku
the brilliance of fall colors
dancing in the air
.
.
edged by maple trees
all the colors of fall
shimmer on the lake
.
.
black cat
alert in the moonlight
ready to pounce
on scurrying mice
.
.
deep below
its crashing
foaming waves
the unseen stillness
of the sea
.
.
fallen leaves —
a sudden breeze!
the colors of fall
dancing in the sky
.
.
old rags repurposed —
tied in knots
they dance on kites
in the autumn winds
.
.
“autumn blaze”
“red sunset”
maple trees wear
the colors of
our love
.
.
two weeks into fall
— melting still at 98 —
summer heat won’t leave
.
.
moonlight magic
gliding through the night
the silent flight of owls
.
.
life before cellular —
little birds camped
on high strung
telephone lines
.
.
late afternoon
daddy push-mowing the lawn
his hat tilted just so
.
.
on the darkest night
smelling colors —
in the garden
lavender!
.
.
my inner tide
drifts aimlessly —
you were my sun, my moon —
you were, my love, my gravity
.
.
charred hollowed
tree stump
still brimming with life —
busy buzzing
honeybees
.