a thousand raindrops
sparkling on the fir trees
first day of spring
-o0o-
-o0o-
a fierce gust of wind
the tea garden's umbrellas
become airborne
-o0o-
the other birds flee -
a squirrel and a magpie
at the bird-feeder
-o0o-
visiting grandma
the little boy plays for hours
with coloured buttons
-o0o-
eclipse of the sun
for a few minutes darkness
closes the daisies
-o0o-
in the fading light
the owl just a dark shadow
against the dovecote
-o0o-
one tiny dewdrop
the sun, clouds, the entire sky
reflected therein
(inspired by a saying of the 13th century Zen master Dogen)
-o0o-
sitting alone
at the party
in a corner
during a lull
this is my chance
I clear my throat
they turn to me
I hesitate
I say nothing
-o0o-
Ill on a journey;/ my dreams wander/ over a withered moor
MATSUO BASHO
-o=0=o-
UPDATED EVERY SUNDAY
the tea garden's umbrellas
become airborne
the other birds flee -
a squirrel and a magpie
at the bird-feeder
visiting grandma
the little boy plays for hours
with coloured buttons
-o0o-
eclipse of the sun
for a few minutes darkness
closes the daisies
-o0o-
in the fading light
the owl just a dark shadow
against the dovecote
-o0o-
one tiny dewdrop
the sun, clouds, the entire sky
reflected therein
(inspired by a saying of the 13th century Zen master Dogen)
-o0o-
This is something I've used before. Of course it's not a haiku. It has 9 lines, each with 4 syllables. Just a bit of fun.
at the party
in a corner
during a lull
this is my chance
I clear my throat
they turn to me
I hesitate
I say nothing
-o0o-
Ill on a journey;/ my dreams wander/ over a withered moor
MATSUO BASHO
-o=0=o-
UPDATED EVERY SUNDAY
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