A Collection of Haiku
There is nothing still
Everything spins and vibrates
Everywhere flowing
She is full with child
Hoping for indication
Then she feels it turn
Anticipation
The green grasshopper at rest
Just before the jump
In fruiting season
As abundance drops from trees
Poets search like theives
Here’s what gives me hope
I’m encouraged by small things
A seed - dew - the stars
A faithful old man
He will never know the fruit
Yet he plants the tree
An Asian proverb
The best time to plant a tree
Twenty years ago
It knows what we see
It devours our attention
We have now been hacked