I set out driving
Early morning late July
Wind whips at my hair
Buffeted by a cool breeze
The slightest hint
of Autumn hangs in the air

Now I remember
My reason for fleeing North:
Humidity sucks.

白

The blossoms which fall
Look today like white ashes
Beautiful remnants
Of a soon past disaster
From what volcano came Spring?

花が降る　　　　　　  hana ga furu
天気は涼しい　　　　tenki wa suzushii
意味は何だ?　　　　 imi wa nan da?

Open to the world
I sway, interpretive dance
At the wind's mercy

On the wind's whims
Leaves dance, birds scatter; as the
Leaves dance, so do I

I slowly wander
To where the wind's whims
Whisper I should go

Spring is restoring
My faith in humanity
One breeze at a time

For if we are but
Children of mother nature
We too can revive

春の天気

Though cool this morning,
It will be humid later.
Off with the jacket.
 
The weather dictates
I act like a banana
Peel and discard

霧

In fog, it's easy
To walk with feet on the ground
And head in the clouds

Dense fog settles in
What we cannot see through: is
This where angels live?

Cool cumulus clouds
Occlude the morning sunrise
Descending slowly

Descending slowly
Cool cumulus moulds around
My feet, making waves

Cool cumulus moulds
Around my feet, flowers bathed
In heavenly sea

The cool morning fog:
In heaven's perspiration,
Flowers are bathing.

夏

Ah, lazy summer
Winter's pallor forgotten,
Languish in the sun.

The rocks are dripping
My sticky skin is as well
Summer is coming

I feel much better
For the sun and warm breezes
Have woken me up

On-the-go Collected

Ah, lazy summer
Winter's pallor forgotten,
Languish in the sun.

The rocks are dripping
My sticky skin is as well
Summer is coming

I feel much better
For the sun and warm breezes
Have woken me up


In springtime of life
Your tulips are blossoming
May I be the first?


Wide hats, FiveFingers
Strange gear first seen this season
Springtime must be here!


いっしょうに, we
dance and sway, 音楽 to
feeling the music


A chance to meter
My thoughts: I take advantage
Of every haiku.


almost impending
end of semester is near
savor the crazy


peruse: ampersand
swift lines and smooth connections
all in one small "and"


Oh how I've waited
To feel grass between my toes
It is spring indeed!


ありがとう
金は幸せ
になります

In-flight haiku practice

The turtledoves sing
to let us know what's up:
The world is in love.

Brown ducks in winter
sit calmly on frozen ponds.
Their butts must be cold.


30,000 feet.
Pretty high up, don't you think?
I prefer the ground.

If people could fly,
Would they? Or would they be
frightened of falling?


These shoes are so cute.
They make my legs look gorgeous
but they hurt like hell.


What's down underneath?
Your soul? Mine? Purgatory?
A leather sofa?


I pity people
who have to learn English.
It makes no effing sense.

Japanese makes sense.
I guess that's what happens when
a country's that old.


I forgot my socks.
Packed them in my checked luggage.
My feet are frozen.


It is difficult
to not read these until I've
finished all of them.

A revelation!
White space: not as frightening
as it was before.


There's room for one more
Better make it a good one
Concatenation

An aggregation
Plenipotentiary
O! graduation...