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Issue #134, Fourmile Canyon and Betasso Preserve, March 4, 2007. Haiku writers Susan Peterson, Krista Morien, Robert Power, Sara Benson, Sanjay Rajan, Patrick Lynn, and Jonathan Machen conspire to explore the environment of Fourmile Canyon just west of Boulder along with an eight-week old puppy, two golden retrievers and a first-time haiku mad-hatter initiate, Leon Evans. Guest haiku contributions by the Rev. Gene Langlois. Photographs by Jonathan Machen.




the tray shakes and sifts
debris falls thru, leaving gems
quieting my mind




eerie silence
of wilderness
spring welcome




the sound of squirrels -
i approach, one rolls away
becomes a pine cone




i'd rather walk
to still the mind, than search
for a haiku




shadows in the trees are
my haiku friends doing
whatever they will do




melting snow
a boulder balanced on end
bring to mind
similar thoughts




red-shafted flicker
mocks me by banging
his head on a dead tree




decrepit
t.v. antennae
receiving nothing




is he writing a poem?
so still over there in
the stand of evergreens




haiku poets
dotting the hillside
drinking in the silence




basking in the sun
listening for haiku poems
to come to me




hakiu mind
and playful dogs
mad hatter in mix




floppy mullien ears
pale green with
springtime promise




since the last snowstorm
my tracks have been covered
by rabbits'




azure blue sky above
three dogs playing in the snow
follow the leader




quiet togetherness
spreading across the mountain
beautiful morning




jazz soulful
in this wilderness
krista's companion




tiny pine bits
float around in the air
and into my nose




all of these trees
and snowy hills enfolding
jonathan's new home




in the warm sunlight
cool breeze carresses my face
still for a minute




distant dog
it's bark echoes
among silent pines




new growth
on top of old
careful where to step




distant right: cars speed
nearby left: faint stream babbles
sounds carried by wind




letting go of need --
the sun graciously shines
and i drink it in




safeway receipt
old yet home
for new haikus




fear of getting lost
keeps things really simple
this patch of winter sun




new life: 8 weeks old
a puppy and a new year
mystery unfolds




stalks of grass dance
directed by a breeze,
a slow rhythm piece




seventeen syllables
sometimes seems too long
sometimes too short




one million pine needles
soften the line between
the immense blue sky
and us




early march morning
through the wall - jennifer
taking her last bath




from a sun-warmed
bed of pine needles
listening to the snow melt




i'm a swivel head -
glance back and forth
between patrick and mojito




Initiatory peeku:
golden stream f a l l i n g
keeping it well off my leg
ground makes agreement




nature silence
offers space to crowded thoughts
and random bird calls




post-mortem
abandoned antennae
in shadow of dish




the sun casts shadows
spiny pine needles dancing
steel blue on bright snow




the same holy mind
that is my holy brother's
is....wholly in me




when all is insane
the opposite direction
appears as crazy




It begins ...slowly
speeds up as you go along
fast...just at the end




you must "leave'" something
poetry guides your brothers
guide without footsteps




the world's for the young
so they hear heaven's call......here
the old, gain hearing




at
rest
and
quiet
is mind's
natural state
questioning ceases




there's a secret place
a silence...beyond stillness
ancient journey's end





solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen