Haikumuse | Spring 2007

by Madeleine Findlay

 

SENRYU


In the fast lane
       covered with graffiti
              “Just Married”.

Assembly of God
       marches down Main Street --
              Memorial Day.

HAIKU


Fledgling heron
       undistracted by onlookers
              fishes alone.

Sky-blue river
       across the way, in the shade
              house made of stone.

Old mill complex --
       the spring sunset falls lightly
              on the new willows.

In the dappled shade
       gardener and rake are one --
              basket of old leaves.

Piscataqua –
       where the current meets the ice
              white slabs of ice.

Just a dusting --
       how delicate the tracks
              of the mourning dove.

Bare shrub
       filled with old litter--
              spring in the air.

April by the sea--
       the warmth of the sun
              is only in the rocks.

Canvasbacks
       in the pouring rain
              sleeping.

Into the yard
       flocks of grackles descend--
              iridescence.

Unafraid
       sparrows nesting in a hedge--
              city skyline.

Layers of grey clouds
       tucked one under another--
              Flower Moon.

Spring hail
       hits my pop-up
              umbrella.

 


 

by Tom D'Evelyn
 

As the moon
       fills the sky --
              spring mist.

Memorial Day --
       in front of the closed shipyard,
              the black duck dives.

The whole spring day
       over or under the water
              the same bird.

Spring morning --
       not breaking the silence
              hedge sparrows.

Spring day
       out where it’s fast and deep
              white caps.

Washed up –
       the red feet of a shorebird
              half-covered by snow.

The whine of tires
       crossing Memorial Bridge –
              hazy spring morning.

Through the dim rain
       the even dimmer
              mourning dove.

Spring sunshine –
       slow rise and fall
              of yellow buoys.

Among the rushes
       and beer bottles at low tide
              a mallard just sits.

Swans
       in the distance –
              crescent moon.

Spring day--
       the black bottoms of the clouds
              almost touch the river.


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