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Issue #108, Anne U. White Trail, Boulder, Colorado, April 3, 2005. On the day that the clocks sprang forward, haiku poets Krista Morien, Sara Benson, Susan Peterson, Jonathan Machen and Patrick Lynn descended upon the Anne U. White trail, always a haiku favorite.
To visit two prior haikutimes issues celebrating this very same trail, go to Anne U. White May 9, 2004 or Anne U. White March 10, 2002.
on the trail with friends
each of us glad to have left
our heavy stuff behind
off to a good start
each haiku poet relates
tales of dread and woe
speaking what's inside
our words land and rest among
the old pine needles
first flowers of spring
tiny, pink and perfect
next to cigarette
i like looking at
your little red tick body
but don't drink my blood
weaving and unweaving
along the stream, brown and white
butterfly and me
dogs and people pass
the light reflecting
from the creek remains
the butterflies play
most likely they are new life
life flutters on by
a tepid breeze
lifts a few pages of my notebook
sets them back down
ever notice how
orange lichen gets right to the point
and stays that way?
walking and talking
scattered along the trail
convening about life
the several hundred
tiny golden spines in my finger
are beautiful in the sunlight
dank, earthy odor
unfolding as snow recedes
from april creek bed
great mossy wall
something out of tolkien
right here in boulder
sexual animals
walking around with clothes on
not fooling anyone
mountain lion
warning sign
spelled out in bones
i guess they ignored
the private property sign
frolicking nature spirits
this spring sounds like
snow melt running over
sun warmed rocks
- and birdsong
--and pine breeze
haiku for sanjay
the man with the wanderlust
must go his own way
between two pine trees
a shallow depression
(like mine), with deer poop
and the first patch
of tentative grass shoots
presumably there's
more water here
in the shade -
winter and snow
in sun, summer and green grass
not two different paths
maybe even two sides of one path
but one path
one day
this day.
nature reminds
those that stop to notice
of the ever changing moment
one can't step in the
same river twice
how can one smell the same air
or walk the same path
we move the clock forward one hour
but we can't move ourselves
forward even one moment
sooner than when
we arrive at that moment.
the following twelve haiku are composed of random lines from the haiku above; a true collabora-ku, from the authors of this issue...read at your own risk...
speaking what's inside
the light reflecting
our heavy stuff behind
sexual animals
your little red tick body
not fooling anyone
walking and talking
our words land and rest among
the stream, brown and white
the first patch of tentative grass shoots
dank, earthy odor
haiku for sanjay
mountain lion
something out of tolkien
but don't drink my blood
the man with the wanderlust
not fooling anyone
life flutters on by
great mossy wall
with deer poop
next to cigarette
snow melt running over
the long night of expectancty
convening about life
i like looking at
the light reflecting
between two pine trees
frolicking nature spirits
weaving and unweaving
and staying that way
this spring sounds like
the light reflecting
dashed hopes
i guess they ignored
the light reflecting off of
your tiny pink-and-perfect
sun-warmed little red tick body
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen