Wintering

 

two deer rest on ice

fur warming frigid site/sight

what fresh peace is this?

~CMH 

One of the deer in my backyard

(Note: last line takes after Dorothy Parker's "what fresh hell is this?")

Sometimes a Haiku

 

cloud fell in our pond

leaf upon leaf surrenders

autumn has no qualms

~CMH

Snow Day

 

A snow day offers haiku play. 

Welcome to 2022!

Cheers,
Charise 

Wall Poem

When you are spending more time at home here in 2020, you may get some crazy whimsical ideas about what you want to look at on your walls. This haiku I wrote a few years ago is my choice for a sunroom spot above a mirror, beneath a bronze work of art by a dear friend. 

Domestic transcendence is a possible destination. May you find your own version of this kind of destination...

Be well (and whimsical),

Charise 

Five and Rhyme of 5-7-5

Rest Assured

(Chihuly glass sculpture,
New York Botanical Garden)

To the nothingness

of an absent gaze absorbed

in daydreams, raptness

To lollygagging,

lax within solarium

room of rays slanting

To the stalled answer,

not lacking for repartee,

but loathe to capture

To the waste of time,

dilly-dally from the more

makings to call mine

To the scrape of aim

that drags: a sunken seed will

bring the newly named

~ LCMH

Autumn Melancholy

we are losing them

sooner than the leaves can fall
—women, children, men

~ LCMH 

Summer's Charm

In Three Haikus:

only a screen door

between our house and the yard

summer springs open

 ~ ~ ~ 

sand, tar, grass, and mud

summer is indelible

fleeting underfoot

 ~ ~ ~ 

summer wears a hat

brimming with blossoms and boughs

that fade...yet parades

~ LCMH

Season-ing

winter wilts on bend

of spring softening soil then

harsh breach forgotten

~ LCMH

Brushstroke

there's a horizon
under the strands of my hair
far from your deadline


                     ~ LCMH

In the Mix

        haiku

        the farthest poem,

        regarding our restlessness,

        flows through a mirror.

          ~ LCMH