Category Archives: haiku

Moment

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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

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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

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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
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Awakening

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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

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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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Authenticity

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Colorful aspen trees brighten a hillside in California’s Inyo National Forest.
 


Authenticity:
the aspens do not pretend
to be oaks or pines.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Haibun: Wisdom Is Waiting


I am following a path that leads, they say, to Willow Woman, who stands in solitude. How will I find her? Stooped and ungainly? Or singing songs that she learned from her ancestors? Songs of leaf and twig. Songs of root and branch. Songs of drought and disease. In the absence of answers to my questions, I keep moving, as I have done year after year. My one desire—I have no other—is to see Willow Woman at last, for in her, wisdom is waiting.

Autumn afternoon—
in my neighbor’s tiny yard
one red rose still blooms.

 
  

Haibun © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Promise

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Evening storm clouds may bring moisture to arid lands near Grants, New Mexico.
 


Autumn afternoon—
clouds drifting from the mountains
seem to promise rain.

 
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Shadowy

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Inyo National Forest near Bishop, California.
 


Autumn afternoon—
I take the shadowy path
without companions.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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