Last October I posted a Fall Haiku, the fall tree with a Stop sign. That was fun, so let’s try it again.
On Saturday I visited a friend at her cabin in the Poconos. The trees seemed especially gorgeous! Then I realized that my polarizing sunglasses made a world of difference. Check it out (I took the picture through my sunglass lens as I am normally #nofilter):
Are you pro-polarization or against? Or is that a polarizing question? Either way, why not try a haiku? (no rhyme necessary, just count the syllables: 5/7/5)
How rosy the world can seem
Leave your lenses on!
Now it’s your turn.
Here’s a picture of fall leaves and a Stop sign, from Sleeping Bear Dunes, Michigan.
This photo seems to beg for a haiku, doesn’t it? I invite you to write one and leave it in the comments! A haiku is 3 lines which don’t rhyme: 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables.
Gulls flap. Ospreys dive.
Tankers growl. Speedboats buzz. But
no motor = Quiet.
All Aboard the Alibi!
The Bay Bridge in the distance.
What’s that tanker doing?
Wouldn’t that red capsule make a fun ride?
Pardon me. I had intended to write something profound about church leadership and spiritual formation, but last night Wrangler pestered me with her meows. I am sympathetic to having a poem that needs to find expression. So here it is, her latest haiku. Personally, I thought it was quite good, a poignant lament, so I agreed to post it.
Wrangler, the Poet.
Dogs across the way
Are brought inside when it’s cold
I cannot tease them.
Editor’s note: the “dogs across the way” are a St. Bernard and yellow lab, well-behaved pets confined to their breezeway by an invisible fence. Since Wrangler is able to stride past, unperturbed, she may believe it is her ferocious figure that restrains the dogs.
Wrangler, the Poet.
Where did the Spring go?
The warm breeze? The chirp-chirp birds?
I am done with snow.
Our back porch, St. Patricks Day Snowstorm
Just yesterday this
outdoor bench was barber’s stool
now a seat for snow.
PS: I gave Doug a haircut on this stool the day *before* yesterday but I couldn’t make that fit the haiku. It was a warm breezy day with chirping birds.
Boston Irish Famine Memorial, my photo
Lodged well, Fed well, Found this plaque,
Which has been forgot.
Plaque, Boston Irish Famine Memorial, my photo.
Ashes on the brow.
Dirty, but clean. Cold, but warm.
Sunlight shines off snow.
The Grand Canyon at sunset, in snow, South Rim. My own photo, December 2011.
Friend tells me: My wife walked out.
my front porch today
Sitting in my chair
plucking words. No, not that one.
Too many syllables.