ㅁ the trees are frosted by the night's exhalations; now a raven sits
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #861 “The expansion”
ㅁ the cold penetrates, burrows in and takes over; but the sky expands
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #859 “The specimen”
ㅁ the air becomes cold it ceases to move around and snow pins the ground.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #858 “Looking out the window at a suburban yard”
ㅁ A squirrel flinches and kicks up a puff of snow; some snowflakes drift down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #857 “The engine of history”
ㅁ a calamity: the wind tears at the bare trees and reveals the gods
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #856 “Food on its mind”
ㅁ the rabbit emerged then it hopped across the yard looking for breakfast
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #855 “As seen out the window”
ㅁ sparse fragments of snow presented themselves to me swirling across glass
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #854 “Bread, coffee”
ㅁ breakfast bread with jam; a cup of coffee of course; chill dawn waits outside
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #853 “Conjunction”
ㅁ and the slanted sky and the yellow grassy hills and the river rests
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #850 “Dodging raindrops”
ㅁ the hummingbird waits hovering by the feeder avoiding steady rain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #849 “Dukkha”
ㅁ lie down, suffering walk along, still suffering oh, there's a nice leaf.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #848 “Disbursement”
ㅁ fragments of water strewn across narrow valleys filling in deep holes
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #847 “November’s plan”
ㅁ Fog's condensation lining the tips of branches outline November.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #846 “Nekkhamma”
ㅁ Moments of friendship, Unintended kindnesses, Slow entanglements.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #844 “The leaf”
ㅁ the night gives the day the sun makes the falling rain a leaf there lies still
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #842 “Prince Rupert, BC”
ㅁ Twenty years ago I was here in Prince Rupert. It is still raining.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #840 “Serve yourself”
ㅁ The dawn is like soup: a broth of gray fills the air, chilled, unsavory.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #838 “Emergent phenomena”
ㅁ among the shadows nothing is necessary the gods just emerge
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #837 “Mud”
ㅁ mud has its own moods not influenced by light's moves waiting for darkness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #836 “Lines of escape”
ㅁ autumn's reflections articulate water's shapes and dismember time
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #835 “Qualia”
ㅁ the wind tears at trees thrusts branches, tosses needles, throws the rain around
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #833 “Cosmos”
ㅁ on the edges of things bits of meaning can be found: there... a bird flits by.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #832 “Self-remonstration”
ㅁ You'd think, with free time, I'd finish that damn novel. But I can't seem to.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #831 “Some disorder”
ㅁ Pieces of paper are scattered across my desk. Outside, the wind blows.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #830 “The speculative other”
ㅁ What do the deer dream, curled up in some woody hollow? Do bears lurk out there?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #829 “Autumnal offering”
ㅁ from naked branches shimmering in twilight air tiny jewels hang
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #828 “Nature’s composition”
ㅁ negative spaces of cerulean and pale, sketched by tree branches
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #827 “Listen”
ㅁ it's necessary to answer the voices heard to walk and to think
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #826 “Still in progress”
ㅁ A book I started - oh, thirty years ago now - but I'll try again.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #825 “Like obligation”
ㅁ The rain is like truth: It comes, but it's unwanted. Let it feed the roots.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #823 “So vain”
ㅁ The sun's vanity: to give illumination where the air resists...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #822 “Samhain”
ㅁ Dawn comes later now. The sky, dull silver at eight, tastes the reaching trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #821 “In praise of the sun’s absence”
ㅁ I love the light's mood When the Fall overcast hangs So low and so gray.
– a pseudo-haiku.