Here’s today’s haiku, also a rework from an entry in my Haiku Book for Mom —
rain
continues
to
fall —
in the dark
shimmering puddles
come alive
.
Here’s today’s haiku, also a rework from an entry in my Haiku Book for Mom —
rain
continues
to
fall —
in the dark
shimmering puddles
come alive
.
Another haiku today; posted on the Safe list, reflecting on someone’s post and then at WE:
falling
beyond
heart-beats
I breathe the silence
of
infinity
.
Here’s today’s haiku, two versions. It’s a rework of one from my Haiku Book for Mom:
seagull flown inland
drags wisps of foggy air
the scent
of fish and chips
v2
seagull flown inland
drags wisps of salty air
the scent
of fish and chips
.
.
everywhere
holiday colors —
husking walnuts
my fingers
turn green
.
.
(From a post at WE: And wow; um; no, but it still reads about the way I meant, the beauty of all the colors being worn — it absolutely amazes me how two English speaking people, probably both as our native language, can use the same words and mean things so differently! Let me reword the haiku, first by what I think you meant for the word “lawn” and the second, a bit more clear (?) what I originally meant.)
swirling in soft cotton fabric —
new winter dresses!
reds and browns and golds
v2
trying on new winter coats
the outside grass dresses in
reds and browns and golds
And here’s the haiku that I wanted to post yesterday on the first but the scrap of paper it was written on decided it would be more fun to hide until I found it today:
silent winter nights
with frosty ice cold kisses
December sneaks in
.
.
.
trying on new winter coats
the lawn dresses
in browns and reds and golds
.
not even lost
somewhere in space and time
— except for me —
no more haiku written
through November’s end
.
Revised a bit from the original in the Haiku Book for Mom:
gusty autumn winds —
empty soda cans
scattered
across
the
lawn
.
Two versions below; the first from A Haiku Book for Mom, the second revised now:
the faintest light —
fog stands silently
permeates
the morning air
v2
the faintest light —
fog stands silently
filling
the morning air
.
This post is new!
the artists’s brush —
maple trees paint fall landscapes
oranges, reds, browns and gpld
.
from A Haiku Book for Mom:
black asphalt road
late-for-work cars rush by
tires spinning on air
.
From A Haiku Book for Mom:
waiting for rain
parched wheat fields
rustle in the wind
singig scratchy
off-key songs
.
This is from A Haiku Book for Mom:
bounding up trees
squirrels defy gravity
flying through the air
.
Today’s haiku, the first version from A Haiku Book for Mom and the second a one-word revision I just did today:
a man and his dog
feet crunching
on graveled streets
sniff
for oncoming rain
v2:
a man and his dog
feet crunching graveled streets
sniff for oncoming rain
.
.
under the umbrella
windswept raindrops
tickle my nose
.
.
autumn sunset skies
streaked with soft colors
breathing
dusky rose
.
Two versions of today’s haiku:
peacocks can fly!
vibrant reds
blues
greens —
shimmering colors
fill the sky
V2, as entered in my Haiku Book for Mom:
peacocks can fly!
vibrant reds
blues
greens
shimmering colors
in the sky
.
.
summer lightning storm —
raindrops evaporate
kissing hot cement
.
.
juicy sweetness
piled on the grocer’s shelf —
bright orange tangerines
.
.
hundred eight degrees
cars rush by
like fire ants
angry in the heat
.
.
Two versions of the same haiku to offer — the first updated to the “proper” season at least where I live and the second the original version out of the Haiku Book for Mom:
as the sun fades
on this cool autumn eve
crickets tune their strings
and, v1 from Mom’s Haiku Book:
as the sun falters
this dry summer eve
crickets tune their strings
.
.
bounding
into the sun
puppies shake off
the last edges
of shade
.
.
sunflower seeds!
golden sunlight
sprinkled
through deep green
salad
leaves
This is a slight change when I posted it from the original in A Haiku Book for Mom. I changed the last word which everyone liked better:
sunflower seeds!
golden sunlight
sprinkled
through deep green
salad
greens
.
From A Haiku Book for Mom 2015 posted at WE:
floating all alone
in the deep blue sky
baby clouds
have lost their mo.
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
.