Category Archives: Haiku

The fluffy white clouds differential equations in a bright blue sky.

Channel One: stars rise and set. Sun on two, Where’s the remote?

We don’t tell a tree to grow, or color the leaves. Just plant it, and wait.

Water for trees may fall from the sky. Or turn on the hose – not too much!

The old country had a saying: “Measure three times – cut once.”

A real observer who listens deeply becomes a participant.

The pretty flowers In my window died for me. Frost will kill the rest.

Amid martial lines of headstones, the tree still grows. It’s in bloom today. Inspired by a newspaper photograph on Memorial Day . A footnote cheats on the syllable limit unless the haiku is valid without it.

Ultra-violet. Deer See it just like red and green. But what do they see?

Our songs call Passion and grim time To our cause