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Haiku
Spirit Issue #20
OCTOBER 2000
For today
nothing in my diary -
silent birds on the roof
Empty sky -
the sound of an icicle
falling on snow
Ion Codrescu
Sitting zazen
the pigeon's note
inside my head
my potted strawberries
ripening
in the rain
Helen Robinson
Rusted tracks -
in a remote house
notes of a flute
At the bottom
of the church wall
a lost chessgame
Each drop of the icicle
takes with it
the moonlight
September morning
sharpening the pencil
the smell of wood
north wind -
the restless swallows
above my house
far from home -
in a clear light
that lone old oak
wild apple tree -
a falling leaf
changes its direction
rising the blinds
the late September light
on my hands
after the bath
turning off the bedside lamp
moonlight on the Bible
one after another
the mountain peaks
out of the fog
endless wind -
the birch trees uncover
their branches
unfolding a dry leaf
I find a few drops
hidden inside
autumn rain -
ending his drawing the child
caresses the paper
Written in a mountain village in Catalunya Spainduring summer - autumn
1999
Ion Codrescu
Nothing to avoid
as late sunset falls behind
the pines & vast sky
Broken pine branch moon -
a robin starts to sing about
the season's first frost
Walking up the hill -
but no longer a burden
the clouds on my back
Still feeling homeless
I let the winter wind blow
away this sadness
Winter persimmons -
how they bring to mind the blush
of that first kiss
With the winter rain
a robin hopping - hopping
into endless dusk
Wind brings lonesome thoughts -
in the middle of the night
a poem comes to mind
(on my 58th birthday)
Bill Wyatt
Moving on
after twenty six years
I paint the skirtings
The dog's eating wasps -
on the veranda
I read your haiku
George Marsh
Fatherless
together we notice
two black mushrooms
Sean O'Connor
Out of darkness
wind chimes
made of bones
Ken Jones
It says "I" now,
my widowed dad's
answer phone message
My two-year old son,
so much like me,
woke me up snoring
Even whiter
than this summer cloud
a seagull's belly
Careful, fat fly,
you're entering a room
with carnivorous plants
With a man's shirt
this old lady
washing her windows
Gilles Fabre
This nameless torrent
how its water flows
through me!
Rough cinder path:
I hold onto
my mother's hand
Helen Robinson
Winter sun
a tiny mite and its shadow
creep across the page
Flaking paint
on the abandoned boat -
daytime moon
Moss between the cobbles
children's voices
echo in the alley
Martin Lucas
Whose back is it
going off into
the pouring rain?
Taneda Santoka (1882-1940)
