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Spring


1
First great change of spring—
the coronavirus spreads
all over the world.
 
2
On the patio
six feet away from my friend
we share springtime tea.
 
3
first nibble of spring—
a handful of raw almonds
with my morning tea
 
4
Through a small window
I watch the first spring robins
foraging for worms.
 
5
First possum of spring—
I’m inclined to think he’s dead
till his tail twitches.
 
6
Spring sneaks through my yard—
the first blossom’s opening
brings me to my knees.

 
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #259
 
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The Cat’s Wisdom: A Haibun of Imagination


Yesterday at noon, when I opened my kitchen window, I looked out toward the clothesline, and saw the neighbor’s scruffy cat. “So, you’ve finally decided to wake up,” I said with a laugh. Instead of purring, the cat began snarling at me. It had my full attention! An intimate talk followed, although I will not tell you what was said. That moment stays between the cat and me, and I will hold onto it forever. Meanwhile, I’ve decided to listen. If anything can keep me from seeking the cat’s wisdom again, then I don’t deserve to hear its voice.


Fog envelops me,
yet I keep moving forward
on the unseen way.

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #256
 
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Mother Left Six Weeks Ago

NOTE: This poem is NOT autobiographical. It is strictly a work of FICTION.
 
  

Mother left six weeks ago, said nothing, no goodbyes.
Wearily she climbed in bed, and then she closed her eyes.
 
Next morning when we found her in the light of day,
Like a stream in summer’s drought, she had passed away.
 
Now it’s time to sort her trash, sort her treasures too—
When your mother leaves this life, that’s what you must do.
 
By the attic window purses lined up in a row,
Bags of shoes, and dusty dresses—everything must go.
 
Pass me mother’s rosary, and some tissues too.
Say a little prayer for me; I’ll say one for you.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Her birthday

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Painting of a grand celebration (maybe a birthday!), Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona

 
 

Her birthday,
crammed with memories,
one in particular:
rising at the meadowlark’s song
to walk across the dew-drenched grass,
her feet bare and cold and wet,
humming little nonsense tunes
to greet the light, bolder now
than when she’d left the house,
turning to see him at the window,
her ancient father;
how small he looks,
how like a cattail reed,
brown and brittle
at summer’s end—
and then he is falling,
clutching at his breast,
sailing off beyond the morning light,
the midday light, every light
there ever was or will be.
Pulling her phone from her skirt
pocket, she calls her friend:
“It’s over now. Come.
Come quickly.”

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Forgotten

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A portion of the historic plaza, Ajo, Arizona
 


A forgotten jacket under the window…

 
 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Mirror

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Reflected street scene, Los Algodones, Baja California Norte, México
 


A window is a mirror
Reflecting what I see;
Perhaps a car or shadow
Appears just right to me.
 
Or maybe I am hoping
That what I see is true;
Is the sky, for instance, pink,
Or is it really blue?

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Spring and Other Things

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~~ 1 ~~
 
in a plain black dress
she welcomes spring to the hills—
the soldier’s widow
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
dreaming of springs past
when she walked with her father
through the plum orchard
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a dazzling array
of fruits in the marketplace—
boy filches a plum
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
First full week of spring—
they speak only of the light
drenching the meadow.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
an open doorway—
throwing away all constraints
to cross the threshold
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
An open window—
this morning the mockingbirds
are making her sad.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
after spring’s first rain
memories of her childhood
sprouting fresh and green
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
blocking out the sobs
of the child who’s lost her coins
at the carnival
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
third full week of spring—
the menace of a sleet storm
freezing lilac buds

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Cobweb

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Blue window, northern New Mexico
 


first week of the year—
at the widow’s blue window
a tattered cobweb

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Tidings

Just before Christmas
View through a church window in Southern Arizona
 


holiday tidings—
the shrieks of startled sparrows
beyond the window

 
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Window

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Blue window, northern New Mexico
 


past the blue window
the widow’s spring kimono
wrapped in brown paper

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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