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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