the blue pine’s
gnarled roots —
autumn loneliness
Published by
Patricia J. Machmiller
Patricia J. Machmiller began writing haiku in 1975 with Kiyoshi and Kiyoko Tokutomi, founders of the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society. With Jerry Ball, and now Emiko Miyashita, she writes a regular column of haiku commentary, Dojin's Corner, for GEPPO, the newsletter of YTHS. Her book of haiku, Blush of Winter Moon, is published by Jacaranda Press. With Fay Aoyagi she has translated the haiku of Kiyoko Tokutomi, Kiyoko's Sky (Brooks Books, 2002). She has three books of haiga, Mountain Trail: Following the Master (www.lulu.com), The Sweet Reverence of Little Birds (www.lulu.com), and Wild Heart of One Bird Singing (www.lulu.com). The last two books were done in collaboration with the artist, Floy Zittin, and the calligrapher, Martha Dahlen. She is also a brush painter and printmaker; her artwork, including some haiga, can be seen at www.patriciajmachmiller.com. View all posts by Patricia J. Machmiller
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Kathe
autumn
silently slipping
into separation
Lovely
Wonderful! I love “gnarled roots”.
__ My granddaughter adores this, and all haiku; her name is Maya.
we proles
wonder within life's gnarled roots
natures image
_m
Much resonance in this haiku for me. Thank you.
what resonance!–just beautiful and poignant.
Saying so much about the "protagonist" in a few words. A great one imo. Thanks for sharing!
Very nice!
Pines so patiently guard nature, staying green.
I remembered a short poem by Yone Noguchi:
I hear you call, pine tree, I hear you upon the hill, by the silent pond
where the lotus flowers bloom, I hear you call, pine tree.
What is it you call, pine tree, when the rain falls, when the winds
blow, and when the stars appear, what is it you call, pine tree?
I hear you call, pine tree, but I am blind, and do not know how to
reach you, pine tree. Who will take me to you, pine tree?
Effective – I imagined a lonely person growing old.
marion
All of my questions selt-edtthanks!