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Issue #140, Betasso Preserve, Fourmile Canyon and environment, December 2007-February 2008. Haiku and photographs: Jonathan Machen
frosty windshield
crystals grown in the shadow
of mountain slope
nature
sculpture extraordinaire
with all of creation
plastic flamingo
up to his neck
in frozen creek ice
fresh falling snow,
deep powder field:
the magic of winter
trail number 108
got to get home --
can't be late!
chatty individuals
or just..
talkative me?
blue shadow, green ridge
yellow forest service sign
wind in trees whooshing
north side morning chill
preserves fine powder
crystal dusting
my children
frustratingly requiring
as much attention as i demanded
when i was a kid!
random brilliance
expressed close at hand
feel the haiku vibe
while dave skis the hut
i write poetry above
my house in the canyon
following rabbit tracks
turns into
following rabbit
quiet defines
and amplifies my thoughts
shadowy morning
good winter jacket
more than just a friend
part of my skin
straight up and extreme
thinking about gonzo dude
who skied down the peaks
my two hours of freedom
made her snap of me
since she got nothing
singing songs keeps
my children happy
and me creative
hiking the woods
the most precious gift
besides my knees
airplane creates
mechanical soundtrack
in haiku no-mind
haiku in the sun:
penning five nuggets
in quick succession
what would i do
with rambling mind
out here in delicious forest
without haiku book
and camera?
observe
my rambling mind
in silent woods
write quick haiku
take a picture or delete
is it not complete?
no flies, stillness
listening to clouds and sun
above cold ravine
not bloggin'
to anyone
haikuin' with self
noticing how the elk
always go
the smartest way
pine tree de-needled
by rampant squirrel attack
trail now a shambles
barbed wire
connotes denial
or intent of such
eight-thirty a.m.
fierce wind pushes back the trees
rattling my thoughts
ferocious wind
like mercurial tempest
on morning hike
walking snowy woods,
alone, without children
who sit by the fire
looking at the forest
with different eyes:
finding logs to burn
wind, then quiet
i follow animal tracks
over snowy ridge
looking manicured
in mixed conifer forest -
shapely juniper
friends on huntsman's ridge
skiing sick powder
while i tend sick kids
light and shadow
embracing every contour
and mystery track
yucca blackened by ash
like charred pine cone
after controlled burn
trunk scarred by fire
but only on the surface -
black squirrel scurries up
chill morning
makes for crisp haiku
and frosty fingers
taking the "designated"
out of "trail"
finally alone
weathered pine cones
with relatives strewn about
face of future trees
cross country ramble
where the trails are undefined
walking with no-mind
evidence
of the wind hard at work
pockets of powder
snow's mantle released
in finicky february
plant declares, "it's time"
his delightful bath
fueled by well water, propane
resource-full comfort
only one hour
in this bright sun -
my footprints melting
frosty windshield
crystals grown in the shadow
of mountain slope
nature
sculpture extraordinaire
with all of creation
plastic flamingo
up to his neck
in frozen creek ice
fresh falling snow,
deep powder field:
the magic of winter
trail number 108
got to get home --
can't be late!
chatty individuals
or just..
talkative me?
blue shadow, green ridge
yellow forest service sign
wind in trees whooshing
north side morning chill
preserves fine powder
crystal dusting
my children
frustratingly requiring
as much attention as i demanded
when i was a kid!
random brilliance
expressed close at hand
feel the haiku vibe
while dave skis the hut
i write poetry above
my house in the canyon
following rabbit tracks
turns into
following rabbit
quiet defines
and amplifies my thoughts
shadowy morning
good winter jacket
more than just a friend
part of my skin
straight up and extreme
thinking about gonzo dude
who skied down the peaks
my two hours of freedom
made her snap of me
since she got nothing
singing songs keeps
my children happy
and me creative
hiking the woods
the most precious gift
besides my knees
airplane creates
mechanical soundtrack
in haiku no-mind
haiku in the sun:
penning five nuggets
in quick succession
what would i do
with rambling mind
out here in delicious forest
without haiku book
and camera?
observe
my rambling mind
in silent woods
write quick haiku
take a picture or delete
is it not complete?
no flies, stillness
listening to clouds and sun
above cold ravine
not bloggin'
to anyone
haikuin' with self
noticing how the elk
always go
the smartest way
pine tree de-needled
by rampant squirrel attack
trail now a shambles
barbed wire
connotes denial
or intent of such
eight-thirty a.m.
fierce wind pushes back the trees
rattling my thoughts
ferocious wind
like mercurial tempest
on morning hike
walking snowy woods,
alone, without children
who sit by the fire
looking at the forest
with different eyes:
finding logs to burn
wind, then quiet
i follow animal tracks
over snowy ridge
looking manicured
in mixed conifer forest -
shapely juniper
friends on huntsman's ridge
skiing sick powder
while i tend sick kids
light and shadow
embracing every contour
and mystery track
yucca blackened by ash
like charred pine cone
after controlled burn
trunk scarred by fire
but only on the surface -
black squirrel scurries up
chill morning
makes for crisp haiku
and frosty fingers
taking the "designated"
out of "trail"
finally alone
weathered pine cones
with relatives strewn about
face of future trees
cross country ramble
where the trails are undefined
walking with no-mind
evidence
of the wind hard at work
pockets of powder
snow's mantle released
in finicky february
plant declares, "it's time"
his delightful bath
fueled by well water, propane
resource-full comfort
only one hour
in this bright sun -
my footprints melting
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen