Inflation

quarter
for your thoughts,
crescent moon

undimmed by autumn
the trees remain verdant
yet the days darken
now you have gone far away
even so, my love blossoms

© Beatrice V

after the weekend
last tree almost finished trimmed
flower beds deleafed

they sit solid
as Buddhas:
fallen apples

Flight

Passing, in the rain,
flock of geese in the field
ready for take-off

* * *
Sateessa, ohi-
mennen, hanhet pellolla
valmiina lähtöön

cold wet pillow
autumn's only witness
to a season of tears

think haiku

end of summer
a cocoon rides the wind
her empty room

Reprinted from World Haiku Review,
Vol. 2, Issue 1, March 2002

Vic Gendrano

lonely man walks
by the tombstones
among dead leaves

evening lamp -
the faint buzz
of the autumn fly

***

lampe du soir -
le faible bourdonnement
de la mouche d'automne

First frost--
The young man's voice cracks
For the first time

such mellow autumn

even this greying day shines

in the gentle rain

autumn pleasures

autumn pleasures
the rusting roller-coaster
remains behind

© 2008, gerald england

...

high wind
leaves tumble -
bright mosaic stream

cool morning
reach for favorite sweater
going out to work

from my simple hut
i too can see
the rainbow

think haiku

travelling alone:
sparkling hotels and restaurants
all empty

think haiku

he paints
the cobblestone streets
with his flute

think haiku

Yeah Buddy...

gold mine on craigslist
folks need to cull their garden
and want to share

Road into mist

the road dissolves into dirty white,
as the morning unfolds

Photo Road into mist by DavidInc

http://www.conjuringsunlight.blogspot.com/

among the apples
squirrels'
red faces

TWITTER

Condensed in haiku
life and art entropy:
freedom to 'twitter'*


*Twitter is the high-speed form of blogging in which one writes aout ones life in bursts of 140 characters or fewer.

--R.K.SINGH

soggy day
thin limbs sprouting
from trimmed tree

mellow autumn days

the sun hides a stash of gold

from the thieving clouds



© Beatrice V

crows in a row
chatter together
planning halloween

buckets
of grapes
were poured into trailers

a red butterfly
settled
on a bunch of blue grapes

Burning leaves--
Last vestige perfumes
My graying hair