“A Few Haiku (6)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley


Autumn ground mists rise
Earth gives up its ghosts as moon
Summons spirits home



Stones in shallow stream
Smooth and round as heron’s eggs
Current tends her nest



In a bamboo cage
Finch sings of the open skies
It will never see



In a forest pond
Lotus float like small wasen
Laden with blossoms



Mud on waraji
Sticks like bitter memories
I cannot let go



Perfume of willows
And the laughter of the stream
Hope is still alive

5 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (6)”

    1. Hey, David. Yes, it took about two hours or so. I try to write smaller “mini-collections” of haiku and tanka while my brain recharges between longer poems. These slices-of-life haiku and tanka just really call out to me. I really love trying to focus on those simple, commonplace moments that perhaps most people never notice. 🙂

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