Most glorious fall
(Complete with juicy apples)
Since Adam bit in
Full moon, windshield mist
Cross the line from crisp to chill
Autumn’s first shiver
Country Club Plaza
Folks suntanned, sinewy, blonde
KC’s fat free zone
Preacher: Paul, do you
Take Nancy to be your wife?
Sir Paul: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Moments on the couch
Intimacy can shrink if
Overanalyzed
This must be a day
To tap into, for twice it
Goes to eleven
Most days I’ll try to post something from the past, until pretty much everything is available on this site. Having ushered in fall (today’s original post is right below this one), let’s recall the coming of March, and spring.
March 1
Checked my shopping list
All out of February
Won’t be buying more
Come in like lion
Go out like lamb; so who writes
All this stuff? Noah?
Soldier’s calendar
Gets really monotonous
It’s always March First
No, I take that back
With prosaic drill sergeant
It can be “March Forth!”
“The March Hare will be
“Much the most interesting,”
Or so says Alice
Will the March Hare bring
Some relative sanity
To the Tea Party?
The Hatter and Hare
Tell us it’s always Tea Time
Do they back Palin?
Besides looking glass
We have to go through some hoops
For our March Madness
March 20
The first day of Spring
Daffodils and crocuses
Say it’s bloomin’ time
Spring has sprung today
And that’s nothing to sneeze at
Or maybe it is
The first day of Spring
Soon the bees will be saying:
“Hey buds! Let’s party!”
Spring has sprung today
And April showers will bring
May crabgrass, you’ll see
The bunnies of spring
Are hoppin’, so their babies
Can’t be far behind
“Vernal equinox”
I think that’s the Latin for
“The back yard’s flooded”
I’ve been writing haiku — or at least 5-7-5 syllable verses — most days this year since late January. I’m starting this blog so more people can see them, beyond the folks I’ve been emailing them to. Is that a good thing? I guess we’ll find out.
Besides my near-daily posts of new haiku, I’ll be reposting batches of haiku from earlier this year, to create an online archive of sorts, heaven knows why.
OK, let’s get this show on the road. You get a quadruple batch starting with today’s offering.
Fall haiku, part 4:
Life’s calendar says
Fall but my spirit says rise,
Reprise spring, summer
My life like the year
Well more than half gone — I can’t
Fathom its ending
My heart still races,
Rages, yearns, aches — can’t absorb
The wisdom of age
Mellow’s not in me
Although my gray hair, lined skin
Foreclose outward youth
But inside, the spark
That makes me who I am leaps
To ignite bonfires
Fall haiku, part 3, from Sept. 27:
Summer’s fire lingers
In leaves blazing red and gold
Proud before their fall
The earth’s ripe bounty
Blesses labor, consecrates
The tabernacles
Bins burst, storing warmth
To fire bellies when winter
Cloaks all in its cold
Late bloomers savor
Their Indian summer but
Know how this plays out
The year, like all years,
Must fall, the victim of time
Inexorable
Fall haiku, part 2, from Sept. 26:
Dudes with doctorates
Say “Autumnal equinox”
I just say “Fall’s here!”
I mean, what “autumns”?
Temperatures fall, the leaves fall
Apples fall from trees
True, pumpkins don’t fall
But neither do they “autumn”
Nothing really does
What’s that? You “autumn”?
“On the islands”? I hope with
Your mom, and grammar
Orange you glad that fall
Dresses in such bright colors
Before winter’s white?
Football brings fall fun —
If concussions, shredded knees
Define “fun” for you
At least marching bands
Entertain at games without
Lots of broken bones
The best sport wraps up
Soon with the true Fall Classic:
Come on, World Series
Then college hoops start
Enjoying them’s a slam dunk
Can’t wait for the Phog
So I just don’t get
Those who want fall over with
Though it’s just started
Halloween I’ll have
Costume right in season: Sears’
Christmas catalog
Fall haiku, part 1, from Sept. 25:
In fall, at harvest time, my thoughts always return to a little village in Transylvania. In September 1991, I was part of a group from All Souls Unitarian Universalist Church that visited our sister church in Galfalva, Romania. The fall of the Ceausescu regime opened the possibility of such sister church relationships, and ours was one of the first — and one of the first to result in a visit. It was quite a trip.
20 years ago
Transylvanian village
A rare pilgrimage
Back in time to roots
Of my faith, a faith rooted
In freedom, reason
On Nyarad River
Villagers opened their arms
Their love overwhelmed
1568
Unitarian faith formed
Before my country
Village church opened
1773
Before the U.S.
The Sunday service
Preacher in Dracula cape
Everyone spiffed up
Sermon praised the land
And the people who worked it
God’s gifts at harvest
We offered our gifts,
Hearts, wish for peace, unity
Across all the miles
Village most humble
People most hospitable
I’ll treasure always
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