Sunrise on the Mountain Haiku

I
jagged ridges
fade to obscurity,
and so do I

 

II
one mountaintop
shines in the morning sun,
the rest in shade

 

III
sunrays slant
from clouds to mountains —
morning rips through

A Few Indian City Senryū

I
crossing the street
in Bangalore traffic —
never more alive

 

II
even in wee hours,
if I hear only silence,
I know I’m asleep

 

III
random backstreet:
yet, more color than a
carnival midway

Rewilding Haiku

under jungle

creepers, trees, and moss

lost cities wait

one clean edge

of rough chiseled stone

peeks from mound

when we’re gone

something will remain

of us, and not…

Distant Hills [a Haibun]

Raising my gaze, the world at a distance is softer, its contours green, a luscious green, a green which recalls past Springs. The foreground is rough and rocky, littered with rocks, some dull and others wet and glistening. A creek burbles, I know not from whence it comes. Just as I can’t say who dragged in these smooth rocks and boulders.
 
i look up
and the world ahead
pulls me forth

Five Hampi Haiku

I
flat waters
glide wide at the bend,
their might mute


II
boulders stacked
in precarious piles —
yet they stand


III
the palm trees
stand over stone ruins —
upright sentries


IV
a leaning tree
reaches its gnarled, bent trunk
to shade pilgrims


V
strange landscape —
rubble swept into piles
by what hand?

Windy Day Haiku

I
two tall pines —
one bends more in the wind,
lean-in for kiss


II
the tall grass
lunges and retreats
with wind gusts


III
in springtime,
breezes, gusts, and gales
affirm flower’s view

Zen Garden Haiku

I
evergreens,
twisted and bent
to gnarled beauty


II
arched bridge
forms a wide eye
with water’s mirror


III
the garden
designed, aligned, and kempt —
nature, but not


IV
peace-filled
by tranquil sights —
soul programmed


V
sitting on grass,
the rocky outcrop
turns island

Cold Night Haiku

I
a winter moon
is seen clearly between
breath fog plumes

 

II
starry skies,
through the tent flap,
herald cold’s bite

 

III
cold slinks in
once sleep has taken hold,
settling in bone

 

IV
winter midnight —
sunlight, a distant memory,
or so it feels

 

V
how bright the moon
in the mid-winter sky —
yet, no heat

Cataract Haiku

I
thundering falls
sing a mind into trance —
timeless sound


II
nearing the falls,
the grand spectacle becomes
a fog wall


III
yamabushi
sit under the cascade —
nails unhammered


IV
seeking earth’s center,
the river drops as far as
land allows


V
a round boulder
sits at the precipice,
refusing to roll

Fragile & Ephemeral Haiku

I
a breeze tousles branches
then, in stillness, red leaves
cascade downward


II
hawk and half-moon
in one blue, morning sky
then clouds come


III
pine tree tips
droop flaccidly over
the road


IV
the divine madman
sows havoc, showing neither
reason nor angst


V
too little water
kills the plant; too much water
kills the plant