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Four Haiku with Tea


1.
This hair in my tea—
how can I not dislike it?
Spring’s first misfortune…
 
2.
These shaded flowers
seem to want to climb the wall,
eager for more light.
 
3.
O sorrowful moss,
surely you know that your hurt
has drawn me to you.
 
4.
When autumn arrives,
meet me in the swirling leaves
near the maple tree.
 

 

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Autumn ‘Firsts’


Throughout the woodlands
dry cedars snap like matchsticks—
first loss of autumn.
 
Fear gripping his heart,
a wayfarer hurries on—
first clouds of autumn.
 
Autumn’s first full moon—
I catch glimpses of fairies
dancing in the moss.
 
On the garden path
I keep stumbling on pebbles—
autumn’s first thick mist.
 
In the dwindling light,
what is there to sing about?
First rain of autumn…
 
seeming far away
my childhood and its wonders—
autumn’s first cold snap

 
  
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Desolation

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


in desert places
no moss in which to bury
even a shadow

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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