real estate sales pitch —
a tangle of butterflies
in the horse pasture
Author: Charles Trumbull
Charles Trumbull is an editor for Encyclopaedia Britannica and lives in Evanston, Illinois. He has been writing haiku since 1991. He was editor (1996-2002) of the Haiku Society of America Newsletter, president of the HSA in 2004 and 2005, and an organizer of the Haiku North America 1999 conference. He is currently editor of Modern Haiku and proprietor of Deep North Press, a publisher of haiku books.
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model home —
in the forsythia bush
a single blossom
pear trees in bloom
from the old archtop
music from my youth
spring dusk
the wind rises
in the trees
in the depression
of a sunken tombstone
unmelted snow
old priest’s rectory:
the pine tree green
even in snow
below zero
the chimney smoke too
rises slowly
promises, promises the winter surf
light morning frost
fills the old footprints
in the concrete walk
in silence
we toss out bread crumbs
for the ducks
maybe a dozen
so I eat them slowly,
black raspberries
cicada song
the bandshell
empty
over the rise
most likely
more goldenrod
summer morning:
a mallard keeps just abeam
of the fisherman’s boat
along the roadside,
obscured by tumbleweeds,
a stand of white crosses
construction site —
sizing up a new high-rise,
the pigeons
the whoosh of steam
from the espresso machine —
frosty evening
night terminus
on the platform
unbroken snow
even worse
than the baby’s screams,
its silence
winter solstice —
in the antique store, a toy
from my childhood
ancient cemetery —
in a leafless tree
a few persimmons