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Issue #99, Denver Botanic Gardens, August 30, 2004. Haiku contributors: Sara Benson, Jonathan Machen, Susan Peterson, Krista Morien.
my mind
one thousand bees
wrapped in cotton
wafts of perfume as
the lady with a purple
sari walks by me
the mind - afraid to
let go into the
simplicity around here
oh yeah, globe mallow
seen enough of that to last
ten backpack trips
overeager guide
replaces magic with facts
african sculpture show
waiting above
the smooth, calm water
for something to surface
creeping nailwort
not quite as tough
as the name implies
still missing mountains
drawn to rock alpine garden
in flora central
clumps of burnt red
berries dripping off delicate
green-leaved branches
baby's head thunking
on cobblestone concrete
while man takes photo
taking her cell
phone amidst the
opuntia englemanii
botanic gardens
has as many selections
as the superstores
century plant
waits twenty years to send spike
seeding once, then dies
agave paryi
fertilizing the cosmos
with singular spike
still missing mountains
drawn to rock alpine garden
in midst of city
little madras-checked
girl in a sun hat - roaring
at the stone lion
revisiting the site
of the butterfly-bending-grass haiku
or was it a grasshopper?
(swaying back and forth
blue dragonfly and the stem
on which it landed - 8.22.98, Botanic Gardens)
sometimes my neck feels
too long to hold up my head
in a healthy way
thoughts of ecuador
stumbling through the rain forest
man-made replica
such diversity
in this half mile of denver
finding my old friend
monarda, from my backyard
it's been a long time
since i've seen a
gazania krebsiana
all doubt sinks
into the black waters
of the lily pond
summer afternoon
waiting for the sunlight
to reach my feet
barely glancing
at the giant lily pads
she tosses them a coin
a cricket keeps beat
with the rhythm of my feet
while i walk slowly
thumbsized hummingbird
points out interesting clouds
with her delicate beak
black reflecting pool
so many water lilies
spectrum of color
now that i know
the latin name for this lily
i can really enjoy it
landing pads for joy
giant lily pads floating
in dark waters
my mind
one thousand bees
wrapped in cotton
wafts of perfume as
the lady with a purple
sari walks by me
the mind - afraid to
let go into the
simplicity around here
oh yeah, globe mallow
seen enough of that to last
ten backpack trips
overeager guide
replaces magic with facts
african sculpture show
waiting above
the smooth, calm water
for something to surface
creeping nailwort
not quite as tough
as the name implies
still missing mountains
drawn to rock alpine garden
in flora central
clumps of burnt red
berries dripping off delicate
green-leaved branches
baby's head thunking
on cobblestone concrete
while man takes photo
taking her cell
phone amidst the
opuntia englemanii
botanic gardens
has as many selections
as the superstores
century plant
waits twenty years to send spike
seeding once, then dies
agave paryi
fertilizing the cosmos
with singular spike
still missing mountains
drawn to rock alpine garden
in midst of city
little madras-checked
girl in a sun hat - roaring
at the stone lion
revisiting the site
of the butterfly-bending-grass haiku
or was it a grasshopper?
(swaying back and forth
blue dragonfly and the stem
on which it landed - 8.22.98, Botanic Gardens)
sometimes my neck feels
too long to hold up my head
in a healthy way
thoughts of ecuador
stumbling through the rain forest
man-made replica
such diversity
in this half mile of denver
finding my old friend
monarda, from my backyard
it's been a long time
since i've seen a
gazania krebsiana
all doubt sinks
into the black waters
of the lily pond
summer afternoon
waiting for the sunlight
to reach my feet
barely glancing
at the giant lily pads
she tosses them a coin
a cricket keeps beat
with the rhythm of my feet
while i walk slowly
thumbsized hummingbird
points out interesting clouds
with her delicate beak
black reflecting pool
so many water lilies
spectrum of color
now that i know
the latin name for this lily
i can really enjoy it
landing pads for joy
giant lily pads floating
in dark waters
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen