Floral Haiku

I
bougainvillea
wall of many colors
flames in sunlight


II
carpenter bee
submerges in a flower,
falling to earth


III
frangipani
blossom sits on sidewalk
courting glances

Three Lost Mind Haiku


lost in thought —
a bird chitters nearby,
or did it?


II
tripping on a root,
falling awake, landing,
what happened?


III
Kingfisher
sits on a bobbing limb
just watching

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…

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

Three Kyōka

I
the post-perched bird
remains still, but for its eyes,
which dart about —
below, fish shoot and jink,
thinking the post oddly shaped


II
the mountains reflect
off of that glassy lake
with such clarity;
all know which mountains are true
except for the fishes


III
behind the barracks,
some local women gather
to bath at the well.
he pretends not to look
they pretend not to be seen