A selection of my haikus with no particular organisation.
Dimmest of glimmers
Mote amongst a sea of motes
Ever distant star
Empty boulevard
Streetlights flashing loneliness
West Allis at dawn
Grainy clarity
Orange streetlight revealing
Midnight world’s secrets
The sharpened teaspoon
A gentleman’s subtle badge
One stir and he fights
A sudden report
Echo hangs in the silence
A deer has fallen
Floating down gently
It rests briefly on your nose
Then oblivion
Glowing verdant sprite
A bottle is a strange home
I’ll drink you the same
Graceful pack hunter
Lean and grey, it roams boundless
Majestic, it howls
Ravaged old Sumer
In you did writing begin
Unpayable debt
Lone bee rambles ‘round
Field of flowers to himself
Colony collapse
Brillig and slithy
The toves gyring and gimbling
Gather ‘round the wabe
On the wind, a chill
Leaves dry, colours turn, soon-soon
Boughs will be bare. Snow.
Dancing in my mind
She twirls my thoughts around her
Leaving me ensnared
Old wooden footbridge
Its stream long since turned to dust
Planks weather worn, cracked
Glassine surface shines
Reflecting the morning sun
A lakeside sunrise
Desolate trainyard
Once gleaming steel lines rusted
Weeds linked like boxcars
A startling beauty
Unbidden, affection grows
I’m forever hers
Smell the storm coming
Air full of moisture, static
With held breath, we wait
Soft-footed it runs
Large feet leaving silent tracks
Hopping through the snow
Soulfully it calls
Clear melodious sorrow
The dove of mourning
Soulfully it calls
Clear melodious sorrow
The dove of mourning
A stark winter moon
Glows blue on pale snow cov’red fields
An owl flies- silent
Grey sky, winter cold
Sluggish and soporific
The whole world feels still
They all groan at him
Heap insults at his word play
They envy his wit
When does madness take?
Where does strange turn to crazy?
Will I notice it?
Ich weiß keine Deutsch
Daß macht, haiku nicht so leicht
Diese haiku saugt
Writes them to himself
He mumbles under his breath
In five seven five
Two trees stand aside
One hidden beneath the other
Living on spare light
Snow falls erratic
Flakes in a maelstrom, swirling ‘round
Piles haphazardly
The forest is still
Small bird alights on a branch
Sways briefly, then stops
Snow falls deafening
A cacophonous silence
It drowns out all else
Do you hear it now?
Softer than a cat’s footfall
I sift through silence
The air, razor cold
Cuts through your lungs with each breath
Winter is all edge
I think in haiku
Neurons fire in 5-7-5
Brief little thoughts bloom
The air has turned chill
Trees stripped bare; leaves at their feet
Finally autumn comes
Builds up over miles
The sky darkens; air grows heavy
Soon the storm will come
Flies on silent wing
Between trees it soars unseen
The owl is hunting
Glow on forest floor
Sliding between leaf and branch
An errant sunbeam
The forest is still
Snow-muted and crystalline
Only the wind moves
Slow, the sun rises
First a glow- then flaming brand
The sky claimed for day
Immense and ancient
Looming over the jungle
Slowly it crumbles
It seems but a speck
The hawk gyres high in the sky
Safe, above it all
They run through the night
The brotherhood of the moon
Howling through the trees
In errant moments
Thoughts of her come unbidden
Unexpected joy
She wakes beside me
Sleep tousled and beautiful
I cannot but stare
The night is her time
She dances on the moonlight
Her face shames the stars
Letters on her wrist
Carefully printed serifs
Its meaning eludes
The sign glows above
Xanadu opens to her
Keeps her hat down low
A scratch, then a flash
Actinic light melts cold steel
Molten flows glow red