December night —
the rise and fall
of chanting voices
Author: Jane Wilson
Jane Wilson (jw_nightowl at yahoo.com)
I live and work in Richmond, Virginia, where I was born. My haiku have been pulished on tinywords.com, the Asahi Haikuist Network, The Heron's Nest, and in Acorn: A Journal of Contemporary Haiku. I also enjoy writing short poems in the style of Japanese tanka.
early december —
the downward drift
of northern gulls
old cemetery —
the blank headstones
of unknown soldiers
still awake
at two o’clock a.m.
— spring warblers
these spring mornings–
even on cloudy days
the birds are singing!
winter solstice —
the whirl of dead leaves
behind us
the slow blink
of radio tower lights
— autumn chill
late spring–
the fading glow of the comet
in the evening sky
spring rain–
beneath the umbrella
quickening footsteps