Friends and family, a small collection of recent haiku. I participated in a haiku retreat a while ago, at Jikoji Zen Center Retreat, in Los Gatos, along the ridge highway (#35) and forests that over look the bay and the ocean at various points. This is a wonderful place, accessible, but secluded, relaxed and friendly. Look it up on the net if you’re going by and stop in. You won’t regret it. Most, but not all, of the poems came out of that retreat.
Hope you enjoy…
Hillside grasses wave
to winds shushing the pines.
The sun wants quiet.
Crows call from nowhere.
The woman stands in silence,
hearing haiku.
Along the shady trail
sun splashes browned leaves
to gold.
Before the sun’s reach, moon
---blue shadows
through sheer white.
Manure on the trail
but no flies, in this shade
bay leaves scent my fingers.
Pulling out his map
the bicycle rider stands
still in the cross roads.
sitting at the wall
mind washed white with breathing, here
I leave home
Remembering dreams
of waking, fall’s advancing
fog lifts my eyes.
coming upon
Roshi’s memorial--the jays
are silent
On this morning’s darkened streets
puddles—stepping over
the moon.
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