I saw a Scarlet Tanager today. A rare sight in these parts. It must be the mulberries, ripening with giddy abandon. The bird perches on a branch outside my window for a few minutes, inviting admiration. An orange blur swoops in to claim the mulberry tree as his own. My oriole. I watch as he intimidates a squirrel and chases a pair of blue jays. Fair weather clouds wander by on a breeze. Oh, and the music of a song sparrow in my ears.
flowers of every color
vie for my attention
Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu
She is riding on an old fashioned sleigh with a back and side bar to hold her in the seat. Cold air bites her bare cheeks. There is a baby on the sleigh in front of her and she holds the other child under its arms.
curled up together
There is a roughness on her cold cheek – a scarf perhaps, or the back of her sister’s snowsuit. She closes her eyes against the bright snow.
the smell of sleep
on an old blanket
Someone lifts her up and carries her into a blast of warm air as they enter the apartment. The stiff clothes are peeled from her body. Her aunt offers hugs and kisses.
the way love tastes
in a memory
Bards Annual 2017
First published in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, November 2016
She finishes her exercise routine just as the ‘oldies’ music ends. As she passes by her wall of childhood memories, the woman notices her favorite photo and soon she is lost in reverie. Her five year old self, dressed in a sleeveless romper, head thrown back toward the sun, is laughing. A stone ledge, where she is sitting, surrounds a weedy garden, filled with early summer wildflowers. She knows her sister and cousin were with her, but she can’t remember why they aren’t in the picture. The photo never fails to give her a warm feeling – what joy might feel like before something bad happens.
a pond filled with
shards of moonlight
Haibun Today A Quarterly Journal
Volume 11, Number 4, December 2017
Planting seeds in the spring requires a leap of faith. The distance from this early spring day to the harvest will be counted in bug battles, hours of prayer for good weather, and the ton of weeds ripped from the ground. The magician seed, for its part, will embrace soil, light and rain.
I taste the sun’s warmth
in a daydream
I accompany my daughter to the surgical center in predawn darkness. My three year old grandson is scheduled for a procedure. He wants a drink of water, which is not allowed before anesthesia. He is very focused on his need for liquid. When we leave the house his mother points to the moon, still high in the sky. He asks, ” Mama, can we drive right under the moon?” “Sure, Bud,” says his mom. He stops asking for a drink, the unpleasantness of his thirst forgotten for the moment.
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Failed Haiku : A Journal of English Senryu
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