Tag: Haiku
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Early Blooms
Wildflowers in January?!So contraryTo my northeast rootsSometimes I still amA stranger in a strange landIn California (Cardamine Californica, “milkmaid”. The first wildflowers of the years.)
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Haiku Rain
Rain, rain, rain.What a glorious changeFrom desiccating drought Hunkered insideListening to the many soundsOf raindrops The birds outsideSplashing, bathing in puddlesThey, too, are reveling
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Late Blooms, a Haiku Poem
Across a vast crowdYou wave, smile. Rushing, franticI couldn’t reach youThe dream came for yearsI couldn’t find you, or myselfIn my own soulNow I can, MommaTangled complexitiesUnraveled by TimeSurviving seedsFlowers unfolding, smilingBeckoning with voice Wild forget-me-nots
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Good and Evil, Nature Psyche #18
Who woulda thunk America coulda sunk To idiocy and hatred Divorce from facts An echo chamber of lies Corrosion of truth Unconscious darkness Projected onto others Unconfronted ignorance Will this evil fade softly As an awakening From a bad dream? Wood block painting by Kawase Hasui, 1933 Nascent flowers Tendrils of democracy Seeds that cannot…
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Night and Day. The Nature Psyche #16
Nocturnal stillness Reflected light of the gods Life’s strife can wait One perfect moment To remember,to inhabit For eternity Toils of the day The measuring and spending Of precious Time
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Neurodivergent Haiku
It’s hard to imagine a more unabashed or showy flower than the California Poppy. And they’re tough—well adapted to long, dry summers. Once in a great while, however, a plant puts out a cream colored variant. As soon as I saw this flower it struck me as a perfect expression of what it so often…
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Happy haiku (only one today)
Deep in the forest Childhood’s favorite color Cures the middle age blues
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The Nature Psyche #10. Lost Voices, A Haiku Poem.
First language, first music Our Earth ever heard The voices of birds Waves of sound, Carrying, Traveling, heralding Life’s expansion of emotion Human ancestors Heard you, did they envy you? Did they long for your song? Nature’s slow clock Ticking, tinkering, misty hands Of Evolution A forest, rustling leaves, Your songs, are quietude For anxious…
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The Nature Psyche, #8. Eco-Haiku
Why is greenery In scenery so conducive To dreamery? The kinship mystery We share in our genes with trees Ferns, flowers, and bees Eco-stalgia Wistful, darkening, evolving Toward what future? Echo-stalgia Haunting reverberations Of extinction Eco-hope Where to find, how to create? Small acts, every day
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The Nature Psyche, #6. A Haiku Poem
Winking,smiling crescent moon No sight more soothing For my psychic wounds The universal Maternal embrace Gift of cosmic grace Wood block art by Kawase Hasui
Haumanu Speaks/PoetiCalli 