Cox pulled down the earflaps on a fur-lined cap. Kitajima pruned in Joetsu, Niigata Prefecture. McHarg mixed and matched sprays of yellow and green. When deciduous trees take on autumnal colors, the evergreen bamboos become freshly green as if it were spring. Shishkova brush-stroked this line at home: painting moonlit red maple leaves in a glass vase Levko Dovgan felt melancholic while hunting for red leaves in Lviv, Ukraine. Murasaki Sagano was drawn to a secretive place away from prying eyes in Tokyo. Anne-Marie McHarg strolled through the campus of Queen Mary University of London. Mircea Moldovan spotted a white fur coat in Letca, Romania. Tanja Trcek hiked an autumn trail with a partner in Golnik, Slovenia. Kiyoshi Fukuzawa penned this haiku while convalescing in Tokyo and thinking about his youth spent in Arab countries. Kathabela Wilson restored herself during a Japanese cultural meeting at Storrier Stearns Japanese Garden in Pasadena, California. On visit from Portugal, Diana Silver penned this haiku while traveling across Japan. Kanematsu heard all kinds of sounds outside his kitchen window. T’Kelah Smith’s spoken verse turned white overnight in Tchula, Mississippi. John Pappas shrugged his shoulders and disappeared underground in Boston, Massachusetts. The haikuist said, “it was a weird moment-my shift at an end, the mosquito’s just starting, both of us out of sorts and slow.” Ian Willey experienced season creep, the postponement of what would have been a normal encounter for late summer until late November. Mirela Brailean grieves the discordance between now and then in Iasi, Romania. Govind Joshi mourned in Dehradun, India.Ĭommenting on a work of improvisation in Minneapolis, Minnesota, Jerome Berglund riffed on the most interesting-looking moth in the world that was first described by the British entomologist Frederic Moore in 1882. On a visit to Mexico, David Cox recoiled at the touch of something misconceived. A fiddlers’ green alludes to an after-life where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing and dancers who never tire. Huffman’s garden concert leaving her deck scattered with dead katydids. Stania was chilled listening to Franz Schubert’s 1827 piano sonata in the cold and dark landscape of her winter home. Writing from snow-covered mountains in Joetsu, Niigata Prefecture, Yutaka Kitajima composed a haiku based on Kenji Miyazawa’s 1922 poem “Eiketsu no Asa” about his sister Toshiko murmuring “Get me some sleet, please” (ameyuju totechite kenja) before dying of tuberculosis at the age of 25. Huffman calmed her nerves while driving down the road in Wilkesboro, North Carolina. Visiting from Osaka, Charles Smith wrote this haiku while thinking about an exhibition of photographs entitled “Human Shadow Etched in Stone” at Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum.ĭennis Woolbright coached 14-year-old Bao Le in Vietnam, who goes by the penname Ernest, to compose this haiku in English.Ī drop of sleet fell on John Hawkhead in Bradford on Avon. Groth embraced a child in the throes of a seizure, perhaps caused by a fever, who was turning blue. Tsanka Shishkova offered this line from Sofia, Bulgaria: deep darkness in my dream the day dawns Patrick Sweeney (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) Roberta Beach Jacobson (Indianola, Iowa) Egret white coats the pond, the next one too
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