My roses budding –
this year I won’t be here
to see them bloom.
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Jon Summers
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!
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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
–