I began again to try writing a #haiku / senryu daily this past autumn, and, as happened when I last wrote daily, I just dreamed of composing a haiku. The poem has faded, but the image that inspired it remains. white on white blossom -- will the hummingbird find food in this June snow?

amidst such loss we ride in silence a dreary winter the hawk flies overhead gray, on gray, on gray #TankaPoem #tanka #tankathursday (amidst) #poetry #haiku

despite its troubles the world holds together; overnight we harvest our dreams under a full moon

#haiku having gone to the barn to die the cat returns

the weather's bleek: gray, the ruling color adorns the sky #thingstowriteabout #weather #InkMine #color #vss365 #adorn #Haiku #micropoetry

a sudden shower in the French Quarter; for a moment we stop discussing trivial things & listen to thunder

shoveling snow~ how much farther to spring? #haiku

new year - trembling hands thread the needle #dailyhaikuprompt

vast green forests rise up on the far side of time

trying to remember the sacred colors no camera can catch #haiku / #senryu Plastic film or pixels, they never get it _quite_ right, because bright and dark clouds crowd so close.

winter morning~ the glass baubles gather little suns #haiku

Some nights I like sitting alone in my room by the open window: the sound of coyotes just behind the barn, on the edge of the woods. A sound almost like laughter, but clear, like annuciating. hot night iced tea in an old mayonnaise jar

Looking at older stuff, I like these three haiku from summer '24

a ripe persimmon resting in a blue bowl the morning sun wakes me from a dream of you feeding me fruit #tanka #TankaThursday

meteor streaks the warmth of the car hood along my back —haiku “Wisteria”

thin edge of the moon the long ridge above the town a sharpening stone

blustery day— I handed my voice to the wind: by now it must be counties away

summer Perseids box elder seeds drop soundless in the grass

quiet winter home~ only the soft breath of orchids #haiku

#DailyHaikuPrompt #WitheredGrass withered grass... the blending in of pheasant feathers

cricket song at moonrise a kind of silence

quiet prayer on the back porch wind in the weeping willow

quiet snowfall~ warmth from the bakery follows me down the street #tanka

Coming home from shopping, I saw beautiful clouds and thought "how lovely sunset will be." Then I missed the sunset while putting away groceries, and now those same clouds, gray painted black, have swallowed moonrise. crickets -- do you care that you can't see the moon? #haiku #haibun

doves in the treetops vowels float through the air

misting the fern~ tiny rain in my kitchen #haiku

winter creeps hoping the wood pile is high enough #vss365 #creep

Yesterday's #haiku with the typo corrected: new asphalt in the rain the road becomes an obsidian river

leaf fall sewing a new button into an old sweater

the summer night sky spits out two or three loose stars over an hour like water melon seeds

dewdrops on every leaf too many worlds to count #haiku

#haiku hop on the cloud it won’t stop again

cup of coffee on the window sill— winter rain

dimly, dimly at Akashi Bay,boat in the morning fog vanishing behind an isle— it lingers in my mind —Issa

#DailyHaikuPrompt #yellow autumn storm... a single yellow leaf on the aspen tree

a mended quilt stretches across the grass end of summer we see the subtle beauty in all the many patches #tanka #TankaThursday

this wind’s moving in hefting the hearts of the trees come holy spirit

shaving in the mirror no face in sight only an old rock pile

blue winter sky sorting through baby clothes at the second hand store

last of the daylight falling to our hands like ash tiny white ghost-moths

dark comes earlier the little boat of the moon capsized in the clouds

squirrel each limb a little crooked road

gathering  stones the river before me clear, cold

under your tree let me sweep the blossoms again when I come back —Issa

who could I get to read such a small poem? it ripples around my quiet mind soundless as a snowflake

Out today at 5-7-5 Haiku Journal edited by DJ Tyrer: undulating road an approaching limousine in and out of sight #haiku #death Link: 575haikujournal.wordpress.com/2025/09/15/h...

gray days along the seawall— this chronic ocean sound

she sings in the rain with the naked voice of a bird

I always wondered who planted them in the neighboring field, a double row of yellow daffodils, up each spring, winding toward nothing, as if arriving at an invisible porch, invisible house. voices echoing deep in woods lives we might have lived

a slither of moon over the empty grass-husks small moths spiralling