Dear Paul...
whenever you say "Beacon Hill", I still think of the Beacon Hill I
walked as a Bostonian, years ago. Today I walked with you in a park called The
Willows, in southeast Pennsylvania...and came home to see your
invitation...thank you for the companionship!
autumn willows --
shadows of bubbles travel
the streambed
joyce maxner
Pennsylvania, US
dwindling light -
a crow tears at the heart
of a ragged scrap of bread
Rob Scott
The Hague, Netherlands
just happened, out my window
....enjoy your walk.
autumn clouds
my shadow in and out
of the sunflowers
Linda Robeck
Merrimack Valley, MA, USA
Hoping all had / have a great walk
Ikea car park...one
red leaf runs ahead
sheila windsor
Worcestershire, UK
the cookie box...suddenly
empty
hi everyone!
ana babic
Croatia
autumn's first morning-
the very last dandelion
waits for the wind
Dove
Denver, Colorado
- writing from a beautiful, sunny Denver on
the morning
after the September equinox. (Sometimes, when I write something that, to
me, seems obvious I worry about just how original it could be. Particularly
after spending several years reading hundreds of haiku.....)
after Sunday Mass
I walk home with the wind
and in my hands - food
I walked with you.
Mary Angela Nangini
US
stealing a squirrels food
the blue jay
settles accounts
Louise Linville
Florida, US
tiny oak leaves
congregate in my yard
whispering
r.wilson
US/Phillipines
grocery store
the cashier's smile
a little friendlier
Victor P. Gendrano
Carson, California, US
Just came from the grocery store to pick up some canned soup for my sick wife.
walk up the hill
to pick a flower
one must bend
afternoon walk
after the hilltop only
the return path
rosa clement
Brazil
Thought I'd come along, but...
topping the hill --
an autumn calf
on wobbly legs
Nancy Stewart Smith
Georgia, US
summer turns fall...
a butterfly pauses
over goldenrod
autumn equinox
how the forest moss
finds its own hidden path
Marjorie Buettner
Minnesota, US
past its prime
yet still so sweet
a faded rose
Maleti (Mary Lee McClure)
Indiana, US
after image --
autumn sunshine haloing
around mother
an'ya
Oregon, US
people gather to ginko...walk and talk on the move
hope you all enjoyed good kuship.
peigi
US
autumn dew drips
from wilted leaves . . .
transplanted rose
naia
California, US
from behind the tall fence...the
sound of children playing
Pete Brady
US
waves lap
on broken shells
autumn sunset
Carol Raisfeld
Atlantic Beach, NY, USA
I walked down to the water's edge to watch the sunset. The ocean was calm and
slightly rippled. The only sounds were the waves lapping and the cry of seagulls
getting ready for nightfall.
My walk took me through the Whitemud Ravine
in Edmonton. I have a haiga and 2 haiku to share. I'm not yet able to walk
without thinking of New York -- but composing haiku while walking is a nice way
to move the mind. We are just now experiencing the first blush of fall
colors, reds and yellows, in Edmonton.
blood red
the choke cherries
scattered on the ground
summer's end -
even the thistle's seed is
nourished by the willing earth
HAIGA: the image is of Whitemud Creek. For those who can't see the
image, the haiku is:
humankind -
beneath the calm surface
storm clouds gathering
to stand alone without the image, it would have to read:
humankind -
beneath the stream's calm surface
reflections of storm clouds
or
september 12 -
beneath the stream's calm surface
reflections of storm clouds
Ray Rasmussen
Edmunton, CA
tremolo
in golden noon sun
an autumn bee
eiko yachimoto
Yokosuka City, Japan
I did this at noon 24th Sep 2001 in my backyard. 9 hours difference between
London and here.
deer cross the creek
beyond the beaver dam
autumn equinox
DeVar Dahl
Magrath, Canada
.....lost
somewhere...beneath the duvet
...........Cribden Hill...goes
back to sleep
Well if Shiki could pretend he was at Horiuji when in fact he was somewhere
else completely then it's good enough for me (infact it was probably a Snickers
bar and not a persimmon he was eating, and, rather than a bell, it was a mobile
phone going off).
Above is the poem that I would have written if I'd been up at that unGodly hour.
As it happens "this", in the immortal words of Peter Purvis (sic)
[don't ask], "is one I prepared earlier"!
every good wish, john e c
(John E. Carley)
Pennines, UK
John, thanks for your post.
I'd like to add a bit of information on Shiki's haiku
I bite into a persimmon
and a bell resounds--
Horyuji
Shiki was at a tea shop in Nara, and the bell he heard was actually that of
the Todaiji Temple, not the Horyuji Temple; and the day after his actual
experience, after visiting Horyuji, he decided that the latter temple would be
more suitable because of its famous persimmon orchards. This elucidates
Shiki's skillful use of one of his principles,
"selective realism". "Masaoka Shiki", p. 53, by Janine
Beichman
and a (late as usual :<, sorry) haiku for the ginko --
bulbs on shelves
at the hardware store
i chose crocus
Best,
ito
(aka Juanito Escareal)
US
Dear Ferris, Peggy and all,
I returned last night from 19 days in the US (4 states). I have been reading
Hibiscus during my trip. As you were starting your Ginko, I was up in the
clouds, so I'll add one of mine that I wrote on the plane back to Japan (4th
plane since the tragedy).
airplane wing ...
a cloud shadow floats
in a satin lake
Carmen Sterba
Kamakura, Japan
P.S. Debi, I'm so glad that you got to England!
left behind ~
too late for the walk (sanpo)
instead i saunter (shouyou)
chibi
(aka, Dennis Holmes,US)
