I’ve added a second since the first posting.
And now a third and final one:
AUTUMN HAIKU
(1)
Autumn as usual. We know these golds, ambers, reds;so why do they thrill?
(2)
Raking fallen leaves that litter the long wet grass,
one jumps. It’s a frog! (3)
Yellow leaves take flight,
starlings float against the sky,
and the years drift by.
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The first one is brilliant. A little curious perhaps. The second one is shocking! haha.
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By: Brad on 11 October, 2010
at 04:50
Thanks a lot Brad. I jumped as much as the frog!
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By: John Stevens on 11 October, 2010
at 08:40
Very nice indeed, John; you’ve packed a lot if ideas into seventeen syllables, which is what this form (one of my favourites) is all about. And FWIW, I’ve never thought your poems are too long; personally, I enjoy every word!
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By: gonecycling on 12 October, 2010
at 14:54
Thanks Nick. We seem to have been reading each other’s blogs at the same time by chance today. Let’s hear more about those tractors, a much neglected source of inspiration in poetry!
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By: John Stevens on 12 October, 2010
at 15:00
Really like your new ones, John – absooutely true to the haiku tradition.
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By: gonecycling on 8 November, 2010
at 09:29
I love the frog one. The word “litter” is so wonderful here.
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By: whalebeard on 16 December, 2010
at 23:09