A storyteller and former teacher, I began writing haiku more than 15 years ago as an exercise and fell in love with the form. Since then I have branched out to do tan renga, tanka and haibun, growing under the tutelage of my dear friends in the Central Valley Haiku Club.
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the in-between season
I follow the Mogami River
by riceboat
n.b. A small gap appears between Summer and Autumn if the tsukutsukubôshi cicadas
at Sumadera are heard to ‘sing’ (which I did).
Alan Summers
Publications credits: World Haiku Review Japan Article Vending machines and cicadas (2003); Travelogue on World Haiku Festival 2002 (Akita International Haiku Network, Part 1, 2010); The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012)
the mist
making islands
of us
So evocative! Here's one from Arcata:
between redwoods
hills dissolving
in the fog
.
the in-between season
I follow the Mogami River
by riceboat
n.b. A small gap appears between Summer and Autumn if the tsukutsukubôshi cicadas
at Sumadera are heard to ‘sing’ (which I did).
Alan Summers
Publications credits: World Haiku Review Japan Article Vending machines and cicadas (2003); Travelogue on World Haiku Festival 2002 (Akita International Haiku Network, Part 1, 2010); The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012)
Love the use of dissolving here.
Read after this blog i relised the mist is so great .