My roses budding -
this year I won't be here
to see them bloom.
—Jon Summers
About the author: Jon Summers lives in South Wales, and has had haiku published in a variety of magazines including Blithe Spirit, Presence and Fire. He lives with his wife, a rapidly growing son, and an ever-shrinking amount of time to actually get any writing done!
email: SummersJ at logica.com
spring field
the buds have shown
their wonders
mist--
clings to
rose buds
warm breeze -
looking for signs of spring
on bare trees
peach fuzz
...like teenager's
first whiskers
morning mist
clinging
to my rose buds
A haiku moment:
the roses are just blooming
under our glances
garden thicket--
reaching for light
three rosebuds
ten years'
hard study threadbare
this blanket
--Shiki Masaoka
tr. (c) 1985 wjh
death on the vine -
on this day
i am in mourning
-
tomorrow having come
spring's newbirths -
leaving me behind in winter
-
thirst
flower in the desert ...
lonely
(over hearded)
-
spring sadness
unaparanent to the view
shortend season
sheer-white clouds
opaque-blue morning sky --
love song playing
-
trembling bloom
pollen covered bees hang in the air
warm winter evening --
never, having heard your voice
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