city’s strange noises
source of which I’ll never know
feel like country mouse
(from stepping outside first thing this morning)
Unopened daisy
Signals an arriving spring
Earth: Hallelujah
haiku inspired by
Rosema, A Reading Writer;
Melinda, In Media Res,
who wrote about spring,
https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/springs-harbinger/
Almost Always, Haiku
In spring love might turn
If you’re there to plant with me
Almost and always
Increase nature’s hand
Nature deserves a better
Play and we can help
Haiku (hard to?)
Autumn romance starts.
It’s called fall, after all.
Descend into hope.
Haiku (I wake)
These devices give:
Assonance, consonance help
Home and tide; we rhyme.
Haiku (one more for us, too)
one for you, then me
orange, yellow, brown, and red
autumn’s time-keepers
Haiku in the five-seven-five way. (There are variations.) With a reference to nature in each one. As is often the tradition. Though no longer the law. I continue with my rhapsody of fall, this time using this form from Japanese and eastern Asian culture.
I like haiku. They’re fun to craft, and they mean something too. As Buffy said, they’re “the ones that sound like a sneeze.” They are that. And more. And that.
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