Category Archives: haiku

Haunted


Owls often roost by day in this tangled palo verde tree in Yuma County, Arizona.
 


After Thanksgiving,
I visit places haunted
by the desert owls.

 
 
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Haibun: Give Thanks


“I’m too tired to be grateful,” I growl, and sip a third cup of coffee. I listen to my watch ticking. I remember the scent of the tangerine I peeled on a long-ago Thanksgiving Day. The citrus oils stung my chapped fingers, making me wince. But that was the best tangerine I have ever tasted. And the longer I live, the more clearly I see that I can choose how my day will go by changing my attitude. “Don’t be fooled,” I say to myself, “gratitude is the path to contentment. Make every day a holy day. Give thanks.”
 

autumn meander—
making my way toward twilight
with a few detours



 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher

 

Six for Sunday


Two blue butterflies
anoint my garden with peace—
sunny afternoon.
 
 
tender stalks of corn
pushing toward the morning sun—
feast for hungry crows
 
 
The longer I sing,
the more this daunting mountain
dwindles to a speck.
 
 
I slide on wet leaves
and my pathway disappears—
autumn’s first mishap.
 
 
On a moonless night
I sink down before the stars,
wounded by their light.
 
 
November evening—
a dove returns to her nest,
cooing one last song.

 
 

Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Secrets

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A palo verde tree towers over a dry wash in Yuma County, Arizona.
 


Autumn afternoon—
an old tree full of secrets
keeps them to itself.

 
 
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Curtains

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Morning light washes over a hillside home in Zacatecas, Mexico.
 
  
Photo watermarked by Photobucket, because I refused to pay for image hosting, which used to be free!

 


Behind white curtains
the young lieutenant’s widow
salts her tea with tears.

 
 
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Haibun: Imagine


Imagine that you can go back in time to when you first loved the sound of rain in the night, or when you first identified the singing of the thrush. I know what you’re thinking: I’ll always be stuck in the here-and-now. But you don’t have to be. Imagine!
 
In the autumn woods
a tree stump becomes a throne
for an aging queen.


 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher

 

Fresh

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A newly built birdhouse is partially shaded by trees at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


Sparkling clean and fresh,
a wooden birdhouse awaits
its first long-term guest.

 
 
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Troubling Questions


What defines your life:
an open or a closed door,
the day or the night?
 
 
How well can you know
the rain’s checkered history
in a thirsty land?
 
 
Their ways are not yours,
so why expect the screendoors
to listen to flies?
 
 
When the leaves grew mean,
did you almost drop your rake
and scream in terror?

 
 
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Ablaze

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Autumn colors blaze along the Animas River near Cedar Hill, San Juan County, New Mexico.
 


Autumn by autumn
the riverine cottonwoods
set themselves ablaze.

 
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Six Things to Ponder


Autumn afternoon—
a shaman with sagging breasts
consults the oak trees.
 
 
Freight trains rumble by
before and after midnight—
I lose hours of sleep.
 
 
Why would I follow
an overcrowded pathway
when the margins call?
 
 
ten dozen swallows
swooping over the rooftops—
antics at twilight
 
 
I draw close to you,
but you turn your back to me—
autumn solitude.
 
 
Autumn afternoon—
how can I prune the roses
with dull secateurs?

 
 
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