Haiku

My friends Bob and Ted and I agreed to write one haiku related to nature, emotional states, weather, or the universe, between Thanksgiving and Epiphany. Here’s mine, hidden behind this LJ cut. Enjoy, or not, as you please. Bob is basically thrilled to be done, but Ted and I are thinking about extending our efforts through for another 11 months, until we come back to the place where we began. It’s not too late to get in on this project if you’re keen on it; I know it would be cool to have a variety of readers around the country (around the world?) to carry the haiku torch and help capture mini-pictures-in-words of every day of the year.

2003 Haiku Challenge

11/27/03
Laughter steams the air
when friends meet under the sky
on the last warm day

11/27/03 – Thanksgiving Day
Forks rattle on plates
cousins speak of ancient feuds
settled by dessert

11/28/03
buzzing rasping sound
fills eyes with sawdust and grit
teary from the wind

11/29/03
gray scarf hugs the neck
of miniskirted lady
with chattering teeth

11/30/03
old pine branch sags
when the gale shrieks in fury
shattering windows

12/01/03
hundreds of black geese
settle in a fallow field
to rest and gossip

12/02/03
sugary snowfall
drifts across the parking lot
clumping against curbs

12/03/03
wide wet flat red stain
on midnight pavement near woods
where doe met her end

12/04/03
poet breathing steam
whistles like a tea kettle
makes cold room grow warm

12/05/03
geese encourage geese
honking as they leave their pond
seeking warmth and sun

12/06/03
framework of branches
tangle with the low gray clouds
blur heaven and earth

12/07/03
rhododendron leaves
bend beneath burdens of snow
dreaming of April

12/08/03
snowflake on black coat
reveals hexagonal shape
and laced symmetry

12/09/03
Old cherry tree leans
over pool of melted slush
laughs, thinking of May

12/10/03
Moon don’t give a fuck
if I see her nakedness
while puking up lunch

12/11/03
bare maple branches
overhang the snow-strewn field
but offer no shade

12/12/03
Fir trees beside road
turn brown as the ploughs throw salt
to melt ice; woods die

12/13/03
Fields of barren snow
textured by warm southern rains
reveal bright green grass

12/14/03
drip – drop – plop – from eaves
gossips of the storm’s passage
while roads still icey

12/15/03
look — long cones dangle
from pine beside the playground
burdened with much snow!

12/16/03
pale peach clouds in West
herald the sun that rises
through mist and shadow.

12/17/03
sun trudges heavy
up the slope of the morning
without his coffee

12/18/03
stars shine through cold wind
biting legs through thin trousers
ice seems through frail shoes

12/19/03
geese — heard but not seen
fly above lowering clouds
long after sunset

12/20/03
pale dark of dawn’s blush
yields to more festive colors
and the Solstice comes

12/21/03
lake glimpsed through maples
limned with water hues today
myth and memory

12/22/03
owl sits in his tree
home after a long evening
still spreads wings for me

12/23/03
flash of swift bluejay
lingers a spell by the oak
where the squirrels dance

12/24/03
heavy freezing rain
delays the guests’ arrival
yet makes house cheery

12/25/03 – Christmas Day
white cumulus clouds
makes us think of The Simpsons
at Christmas dinner

12/26/03
Squirrel climbs in holes
that seem much too small for him
much less pregnant wife

12/27/03
big, fat, black cat YAWNS
punctuating the morning
with his laziness

12/28/03
pale winter morning
warm with a brisk stillness
and a hand in mine

12/29/03
Forlorn lonely owl
hoo-hoo-hoo in the silence
ere prowling for mice

12/30/03
the stream rimed with ice
still burbles between its banks
frigid but flowing

12/31/03 – New Year’s Eve
cat and rabbit tracks
meeting in a scuffle of snow
cat fled with a limp

01/01/04 – New Year’s Day
four mallards emerge
perfectly dry and happy
from the reservoir

01/02/04
tiercel on lamp-post
watches highway for road-kill
and the odd sparrow

01/03/04
reeds at water’s edge
lean at odd angles — cut down,
harvested by ice

01/04/04
warm fingers melt ice
from the leaf pod of a beech
waiting for spingtime.

01/05/04
the morning puddles
lie still and crusted with ice
and pressure ridges

01/06/04 – Epiphany
sudden white flurries
make children of young adults
catching snow on tongues

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