Cherie Hunter Day’s haiku and related forms have been widely published in journals and anthologies including: Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years (W.W. Norton, 2013); Where the River Goes (Snapshot Press, 2013); and Haiku 21 (Modern Haiku Press, 2011). Her third full-length haiku collection, for Want (Ornithopter Press, 2017) was shortlisted for The Haiky Foundation's Touchstone Distinguished Book Awards and received an Honorable Mention in the Haiku Society of America's Merit Book Awards.
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What a wonderful poem! The contrasts reverberate–the calm oak, and the panic room inside it; the natural order of autumn, and the implicit attack…of what? The density of an oak trunk–and a "room" somehow there. I think, too, of Sudden Oak Death in California (where I live). Everything about this haiku is soaked in surprise, mystery and expanse. And all accomplished in seven apt words. Thank you for this lyrical treat.
What a wonderful poem! The contrasts reverberate–the calm oak, and the panic room inside it; the natural order of autumn, and the implicit attack…of what? The density of an oak trunk–and a "room" somehow there. I think, too, of Sudden Oak Death in California (where I live). Everything about this haiku is soaked in surprise, mystery and expanse. And all accomplished in seven apt words. Thank you for this lyrical treat.
tension of fall winds
as the trees dance blend such maze
woven haromny
__Thanks, such new insight above_! _m
There is a wild honeybee hive in this particular old oak.