[A new batch of haiku and senryu to celebrate the coming spring...]
even the half moon
this winter night, like an eye
yawns itself shut
windows I open
each morn, letting in the hum
smoke and breath of living
too sleepy to stay up
but I’ll shift my pillow and
have the moon watch me
exhausted, asleep
before moonrise, I awoke
to her silver light
sitting in the sun
eyes closed, nothing remains of
the person that’s me
lilac in the skies
and the first dragon rises
from blossoms of light
so strange, twice today
I saw the skies trying to
match things on the ground
she bends those thin legs
to scream near the soup kitchen
soul dreadfully bare
no god of thunder
raging in the cold night
snow plows with bright lights
brown coat near the church
with a man curled up inside
in the frigid morning
delicate pink haze
dog walkers and the homeless
dragging their backpacks
I see dark stains
lovely as any painting
in a parking lot
plum incense, coffee
lilies smiling in the vase
a fragrant morning
a black squirrel bounds
over the slushy snow
winter’s messy end
there are past lovers
whose memory is less fond
than my morning coffee
I write dark haiku
‘cause ‘at night’ is shorter than
the sodding ‘in the morning’
the end of the day
new bowl with yellow daisies
a smile in the air
grandmother moon will
shortly visit my room but
I’ll be fast asleep
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[Images: © Duru Gungor]
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