HAIKU
by Allan Hayes
Haiku Shining sky with clouds the little bird’s next day dewdrops on the wing
Wind in the trees the sound of leaves carries no meaning
Snow on the rock the mud is wet
Spring is coming
The small mushroom Does it know nobody else is around.
The horses eye contains the clouds and stars
Did you see the squirrel run then stop
The branches of the trees try everything
The shallow water lets the reeds come through
The fog hangs around everything even your head
Where the branch emerges the little leaf moves in circles
In the slow water
The pebbles can see the moon
The duck flies over the dark lake, the moon follows
The sun doesn’t blink the white river stones are hot
Orion is a bunch of stars we see that way
The mountains are they cold under the fog?
The birds run back and forth to keep dry feet
The birds play to just miss the white foam
Pelicans always know where one is going
Spanish moss why do you wait for the leaves to return Does the sound come with the wind or live in the canyon?
In the dark the squid make trails of silk
On the wall barely something that’s the moth
Wet grass fling the dew soccer ball
Morning candle little moth part of it
Young woman new smell very old
In the rain everything else is quiet
The old rock used to be different every year
Can they be more alike fish and water?
Peach blossom are you like the first star?
In the midst of winter cold but no wind I ring the chime
Frosted leaves the buck white breath
The rain has gone new trails on the hill was it water?
In winter I walk the floor even though I love winter
Late winter even it waits for the spring
Twisted branches the dew makes little trips
The rain so many drops the pavement dances
The fog under the trees listen, hear the dripping
Hold still watch the rock the moon will go by Bright rock the moon has moved cold night
Frosted grass you give away an early riser
Shaking web little spider caught the rain
Young dogwood tree five webs of silk feel the rain
Webs in the dogwood come spring rains who will make room?
Young dogwood tree little spider do you drink the rain?
The cat remembers a pose and walks into it
Little bird do you feel the eyes in the grass?
The flower waits so long and yet the hummingbird is here and gone
Hummingbird here gone
The wave breaks look close can you count them?
Hot pavement lazy dog decides to move
By the wildebeast under the lion’s eyes the flys dance
Cougar are you illusive if you’re never there?
Buck horns knawed with tracks where did you all go?
Silver balls reflect the sun dew on the leaf
In the desert when the mud dried it didn’t fit
Each place you look they bounce differently the hailstones
In the gorge rains have gone what did they leave?
Stone tool each chip someone did it
Mono Lake is there under a sky that changes reflecting it all.
Quietly the dawn opens up the feelings that slept all night
In the morning light my heart is again willing yes, to be alive
In the cloudy sky Isn’t it the way of things the moon comes and goes
I sit quietly on the alluvial fan feel time holding still?
Under the aspens
I feel anticipation when the leaves are still
The distant mountains each day they reveal something about the year
Walking in the sun no wind over the desert is time standing still?
The river stones have all found places to be
The river cobbles have all found places to be but where next to go?
When to awaken so how does each flower know we call it spring now?
High in the mountains
It is reluctant to go the chill of winter
Sitting by the lake the water changes hourly if you stay to watch
Stop along the path it doesn’t matter where it’s eternal there