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Daylight

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Wayside wildflower, Northern Arizona
 


essence of daylight
nestled in fragile petals
and serrated leaves

 
 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Another Whirl with Fay

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Each haiku begins with a phrase shamelessly purloined from various haiku in Fay Aoyagi’s In Borrowed Shoes. (The first whirl with Fay Aoyagi is available here.)
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
hole in my sweater—
yearning for a scrap of yarn
for mending the gap
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
shadow with no name
perched atop the robin’s head
daring it to sing
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
snip of the scissors—
desecrating the blue dress
he gave her last year
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a custody case—
burning the uncut transcript
seven years later
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
day for flying kites—
tiny specks in the distance
fighting their restraints
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
heat of the stone wall—
even my white umbrella
is wilting today
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
first dandelions
going to seed in my lawn—
delicate subject
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
for the butterfly
a post for a resting place
till the next milkweed
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
a praying mantis—
matins under the petals
of a yellow rose
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
red quince blooming
until the drunk gardener
misses with his shears
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
morning glory seeds
their plight remaining hopeless
while they lie on stone
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
a story inside
one dark stone in the river—
druidic voices

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Kept

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Spent sunflower, Yuma East Wetlands, Yuma, Arizona
 


Though petals wither,
beauty’s promises are kept
by ripening seeds.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Snooze

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Prickly Poppy (Argemone pleiacantha) in September, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

 

To know a place you have to walk it again and again. Slowly. Eyes open. Expectantly. I walk the wilderness daily. Even on the same paths and in the same places there is always something new. I know where to find the ironwood tree and the indigo bush. I know where a young saguaro shelters in the shadows of its nurse tree, a palo verde. And I know where the prickly poppies grow, blooming in snowy profusion in April and May. As the desert days become hotter and hotter, the flowers go to seed. September is not a prickly poppy month. Yet something draws me to the place where I saw them in the spring. A single white blossom clings to one spiny, bedraggled stalk. I fall to my knees before this wonder, weeping for joy at my good fortune.


on poppy petals
darkness arranges itself
for a midday snooze

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Soon

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Red Bird of Paradise (Caesalpinia pulcherrima), Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


bird of paradise—
even the scarlet petals
will soon fade to brown

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Awhirl with Richard Wright

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright.
 


~~ 1 ~~
Over steaming rice
she sprinkles magic powders—
tonight, her lover!
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
In the drizzling rain
she calls out to her lover—
three crows mark her tears.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Under yellow leaves
she finds the letter she lost,
sodden and unread.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
On a wet tree trunk,
three words written long ago
tell of a lost love.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
In a flower pot
she buries a smooth white stone,
hoping it will grow.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the morning sun
a pilgrim stabs her oak staff
up the mountain trail.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Obscuring the moon,
an ominous mountain peak
blights the pilgrim’s path.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
To change this cold wind
after the rose petals fall,
she will need magic.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Brighter than ever
the cathedral door locks glow
with unholy fire.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Two men are parting—
one of them walks toward a pit,
where strange angels dance.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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