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Lost Songs of Summer


1.
Down a winding path
we hike to a summer grove—
listen, the breeze sings!
 
2.
Summer afternoon—
a river combs through old stones,
looking for lost songs.
 
3.
Cheek to cheek we sway,
holding each other, dancing
like weeds in the wind.
 
4.
Summer tragedy—
the face of an old drag queen
crumples in the heat.

© 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Four Haiku Celebrating Summer


1.
Crimson hollyhocks,
how many names of wild things
hide in your blossoms?
 
2.
The peony’s death
happened not in a moment,
for the drought was deep.
 
3.
A little girl waves
at some honeysuckle vines
shaking in the wind.
 
4.
This apricot’s flesh,
sweeter than any honey,
titillates my tongue.

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Measure


I learn by laughing
how to measure out the pain
of spring’s cruelty.

Haiku © 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Praise


Misty April dawn—
a wren clinging to a twig
warbles songs of praise.

Haiku © 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Earth Day 2022

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A labyrinth in Phoenix, Arizona is a quiet place to meditate on Earth Day.

healing medicines:
blue skies, bright blossoms, bent stones—
gifts from Mother Earth
 
 

Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Walls Breathe Out Stories


1.
Walls breathe out stories
that only mice understand—
April conundrums.
 
2.
You brought me three plums,
not even paying for them,
sweet gifts from your tree.
 
3.
Hailstones strip the tree,
ripe fruits plummet to the earth—
say no more of them!
 
4.
Whatever is left
after spring has slipped away—
this will be my song.
 
5.
A room with no view
is not the end of the world
as long as there’s tea.

Haiku © 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Four Haiku in Time of War


1.
The door stands open;
together we step outside
to visit the plum.
 
2.
Two small young children,
weary of the bomb shelter,
beg for fresh spring air.
 
3.
Bar the entryway
to the shore where wars begin—
let plum trees blossom!
 
4.
When the wick burns low,
the darkness will teach you things
that no light can show.

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Four Haiku on the Cusp of Spring


1.
Hand and wrist ready,
notebook pages clean and white,
I write spring haiku.
 
2.
Softly my pencil
brushes the paper, forming
words like plum blossoms.
 
3.
Heavy with blossoms
my plum tree appears to lean
almost to the earth!
 
4.
On the cusp of spring
we bury our old spaniel
after his last breath.

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Three Images of Peace


1.
In an empty jar
we put sunflowers gathered
from a wayside ditch.
 
2.
While we slept last night,
dust settled in a blue vase,
yet we pray for rain.
 
3.
Falcon, leave the stream;
you have drunk your fill, now soar,
soar on sturdy wings!

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Bells of Winter, Tea of Desire


1.
Winter church bells chime—
rosemary no longer blooms
near the garden gate.
 
2.
A winter’s twilight—
we search for the leafless rose
beside the yew hedge.
 
3.
Look how late it is!
Come in from the cold, my sweet,
and share tea with me.

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