flaming hills
of golden grass
dawn on interstate 5

—Kristine Metzker

Kristine writes: this haiku has been in my head for years. it came to me during a very early morning drive down the sacramento valley one fall, when the grass on the hills is dry. when the sun rises, the grass is a magnificent gold. i've always felt that the treeless hills look like gold velvet. this poem comes back to me whenever i make the drive.

About the author: Kristine Metzker (metzker at dsa-plan.com).

Responses to the haiku for 1 December 2000 by Kristine Metzker

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-08-29 12:47:22

    kristine, your haiku reminds me of a saying, brought to my attention by another resident-author, whom this thought was imprinted upon.

    the main source was from yatsuka ishihara, who in his enlightenment expressed, "tell about the truth as if it is false"

    some tend to say, "write about that which is false as though it's true"

    in arguing the concept of "the haiku", surprisingly this is rarely mentioned, even though many of the masters employed it.

    i wonder if this would be, because, it would undermine the tone of today, being, "using one's imagination or interpretation should be avoided in writing the haiku"... HA

    a nice perception, christine, oops, forgive me, i was going to erase the name change, now, i am reflecting on why, i would write your name as such.

    thanks for sharing, "kristine"

    Narayanan Raghunathan (mahashishta at hotmail dot com)
    2004-01-04 16:38:16

    a fiery dawn
    a sole bird-song in
    breeze spasms ~

    john tiong chunghoo (bagiruang at yahoo dot com)
    2004-02-04 08:45:26

    climbing hill
    the pleasure to let child
    hit summit first

    Narayanan Raghunathan (mahashishta at hotmail dot com)
    2004-04-20 21:27:36

    the morning sky
    so close by on
    the hill top~

    an yellow butterfly
    soars into the red sky~
    breeze chimes cool light~

    at the dead end
    of the dark tunnel
    the golden dawn~

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-04-28 20:00:12

    spring sunday morning
    blazing sun burns through the darkness ...
    finches chirp


    Vasile Moldovan (vasilemoldovan at yahoo dot com)
    2004-06-23 08:55:17

    After the sunrise
    some runways crossing the border:
    the trees shadows

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-10-30 21:15:13

    blacken pines
    smoldering grey ashes --
    i can hear the mockingbird's song