ice breaks in the brook;
cold water tumbles on rocks:
the first gold crocusvacant city lot
scattered paper, bricks, cement
one scarlet poppylast night, cloudy skies
and cold rain. Today, tulips
and gold butterfliesold barns collapsing
among the maples, shadows
of ancient fenceseven at midnight
cherry blossoms are falling
on her daughter's gravenew hatched sea turtles
scurry into falling tides
scattering sea shellsthe pregnant women
watching sidewalks and parks full
with laughing babiesgulls diving seaward
scent of bayberry flowers waves
splashing on sandMay night under stars
new flowers beside the road
young girls walking byfoggy afternoon:
boat horns, slow eerie music,
books beneath lampshadesdark mulberry tree
full of fruit and birds outside
the hospice windowshe lays on the grass
yellow blossoms in her hair
gold ring on her handbeside the small child
the tall man kneels in the grass
to watch the green snakelow tide: stranded boats,
one hawk slow wheeling above
empty fishing reels
rain on wild roses
ripe strawberries in the ditch
a girl running home
swaying leaves on trees,
warmer air, blooming flowers,
springs finally here
an old silent pond
a frog jumps into the pond
splash, silence again
sweet smells fill the air
roses bloom everywhere
thorns born here and there.
a cool spring breeze . . .
flowers swaying side to side
in the meadow
Jake S.
gasping for breath--
broken ribbon
behind me
Allison Weber
mist over the pond . . .
the moonlight shines
off the water like glass
Janet Hunter
tractor in the field . . .
the doe and her fawn
run from the noise
Joshua Augenbargh
Dad collects eggs
beneath the clucking hen . . .
breeze blows shut the door
Jason Linton
a pig's snout peaking out . . .
horses gallop away
in the sunset
Kyli Streckfuss
the rolling hills . . .
I sit under a tree
with my book
Katie Flemming
high mountain peak . . .
an eagle soars
high above
Jeremy Krall
sun beams
through the branches--
the winding trail
Stacia Burns
From brooksbookhaiku.com
A haiku title
is best when it is concise
with subject matter
Good titles may be
Summer, Winter, Autumn, Fall.
Spring is also good
Turn of the Seasons,
The Passing of the Seasons
Are good titles too
Then again, you might
try a simple title like
Time... or The Seasons
Blossoms in the breeze, Nature's awakening dance, Springtime sings its song.
Because they can be about nature like spring :)
Tom Tico has written: 'Spring morning sun, haiku' -- subject(s): Poetry, Haiku
Sure! Here's an example: A silent river, Reflecting autumn beauty, Leaves falling gently.
Well, haiku poems are made up of the 5 syllables,7 syllables,5 syllable format. If you are looking for a nature haiku, here is an example: Fresh spring lilies grow, Beside the humble cottage, Butterflies love spring. It's actually quite simple, and it fun to create your own! So have fun!
5,7,5 syllables
You could call your haiku, The Moon.
Haiku is a Japanese non-rhyming poem written in three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables usually dealing with matters of nature. Summer was absent Spring went right into winter What happened to it?
I think this haiku represents us a society and how our affliction to others can be lead to our inevitable doom. Citrus taste of Fresca.
Lee J. Richmond has written: 'Roads to spring' -- subject(s): American Haiku, Poetry, Seasons 'Diary of a winter fly' -- subject(s): American Haiku
Haiku in spanish is Haiku
cherry blossomswith the morning moonstill in the skyOld Traditional Haiku translated by Robin Gill. His book, Cherry Blossom Epiphany contains 3000 haiku about Cherry Blossoms. Might be worth checking out.
Finding a good rate for a hotel/motel or resort in the town of Haiku is dependent on where the room is booked. Options include Kayak, Hotels, Expedia, and Hotwire.