Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry that tells a story with just three little lines. There’s lots of rules, which I won’t go into here. I hope you enjoy them.
roosters call
competing for pride of place
amongst the hens
a book of haiku
and a chair on the porch
sweet tea and pipe smoke
my second self
on the surface of the lake
tells me to hush
the magnolia tree
once vibrant with nature’s hues
now gone to brown
crescent shapes of light
in the shadow of the sun
a texas eclipse
pale brown mountains
rise up from a deep green sea
sailboats and sunlight
ancient rituals
of a people long dead
brings them back to us
carrying north men
the ancient boat plies the waves
flaming red hair
mountains rise to reach
an ancient people of lore
the celts embrace me
of the ocean waves
salt and spray release me
time out of time
naked and free
in the standing stone circle
ancestors gather
of sunlight and sorrow
and a blue green tide
of a steadfast people
the cock crows morning
waking those within hearing
a new day for all
unitarian
we are all one people
universalist
thunder and lightning
the beauty of a spring storm
wash everything clean
wildness in the woods
red bellied woodpeckers are
head banging today
dull gray cloudy sky
rain and wind never ending-
winter will not leave
to find who you are
empty all thought from your mind
and see yourself there
the thunder crashes
the storm rages through the night
to dawn clear and bright
wind always the wind
blowing hard across the lake
now and forever
the great blue heron
now stalks his prey in silence
as the wind blows hard
sunlight on bare trees
shows buds ready to open
spring has come again
on the cold still lake
a loon cries out hauntingly
I stop to listen
fog like cold fingers
creeps it’s way along the ground
and then disappears
the wind blows angry
grey blue waves across the lake
to lash the cold shore
statue in water
graceful white egret’s head darts
a small fish dinner
lichens on tree roots
many beautiful colors
wet with the spring rain
wind blown evergreen
loses pine cones to the ground
new trees will begin
snowfall in the air
holds spring back another day
no sun for us yet
snow falls white and wet
winter’s last ravaged death throes
to make way for spring
flickering green light
fireflies play in the field
to light up the night
a flower floating
but on closer inspection
butterfly flying
fluttering movements
taking a dust bath today
a common sparrow
On becoming Texan... 