Category Archives: haiku
Myth
An old myth extols
the beauty of border walls—
doves dismiss the lie.
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Passing
The sky lights up over Wellton, Arizona on a late December morning.
Right after Christmas
bright sunrise marks the passing
of a tattered year.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Sunset
A December sunset dances through the sky of the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
As they cook supper,
no one in the homeless camp
admires the sunset.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Moment
A tree with no leaves stands at the edge of Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona.
At any moment
a dove may settle to rest
in the leafless tree.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Changes
On a wintry day in the Sonoran Desert, storm clouds form in the east.
Winter afternoon—
one dove falling from the clouds
changes everything.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Abandoned Motel
Graffiti defaces an abandoned motel north of Flagstaff, Arizona.
Graffiti mars the old hotel,
It’s feeling rather blue.
Is there some way to cheer it up?
I don’t know, do you?
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deepening autumn—
the longing of broken things
to be whole again
Rhyming poem, haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Awakening
When spring comes again, brilliant blossoms will open at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
I dream of blossoms
awakening in springtime—
now a chill wind blows.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
Watching
Snow will probably never fall on this Phoenix, Arizona yard.
Watching for winter—
how great my disappointment
when I see no snow!
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
Haibun: Grief Work
My grief over my father’s death has become my life’s work. Some days I drink from a bitter cup. Other days I choose to spread my bread with honey. And sometimes I lay myself down on the anvil of sorrows and let the hammer fall, shaping me as it will. Sheer stubbornness drives me to try to understand why a tear leans into the wind, hoping to dry itself; or why the dead enter our world saying nothing, giving neither comfort nor counsel, but simply watching and waiting. So far, I have failed in my quest, but I will not quit. Stubbornness, remember?
Walking through the woods
on an autumn afternoon—
this is song enough.
Haibun © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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