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Issue #146, National Center for Atmospheric Research (NCAR), Boulder, Colorado, September 14, 2008, Haiku: Patrick Lynn, Krista Morien, Sara Benson, David Harper, and Jonathan Machen. Photos by Jonathan.
evergreens
give way to the plains
ribbon of cottonwoods
today comforted by the
obscurity of a human walking
through this vast landscape
bubbling up from below
those things i appreciate
instead of haiku
fall chill
chapped knuckles and
warm pockets
shouting into the mist
voices boomerang back
breaking the silence
juniper grove
life-sized bansai
lean with the wind
noticing how
the deer are such terrible
environmentalists
fairly certain
a hawk just glided by my
nose and into the mist
sending her angry words
up into the mist
to settle and burn off
walking among the shrubs
unintentionally herding
sparrow onward
juniper trees
wrapped around the boulder's curves
supporting or pushing?
stony perch
and wistful september clouds
make for cold butt
even gayfeather
muted from last nights rain
and this morning's mist
autumn has begun,
with a few dabs of scarlet,
to paint over summer
lichen frenzy
neon green on
shades of gray
hesitating
to say amber waves of grain
but here i go
tour bus motors off
the stillness and rain-washed beauty
gradually return
pinecone hillside -
looking for a ledge
with a view
collecting the rain
before it hits the ground
september grasses
grassy tops
bend under the weight
of their own fruit
expectorant juice
sticks to my
greedy fingers
thick juniper
brightened by a
goldfinch
sweet birds peeping
a little too delicately
for september
after the rain, high fog
and familiar contradictions of
clarity and obscurity
valley acoustics
filter up a bear bell
and muted conversation
the flowers sticky
love note soon covers my hands
and doesn't wash off
stereo mist
rising from the mountains
and NCAR steam room
solar collector
performing under par
on misty cool day
as the day warms up
the damp earth gradually
gives off memories
exhaling mist
the mountains patiently wait
for me to be still
absorbing the morning's beauty
not hung over
so much as laid open
evergreens
give way to the plains
ribbon of cottonwoods
today comforted by the
obscurity of a human walking
through this vast landscape
bubbling up from below
those things i appreciate
instead of haiku
fall chill
chapped knuckles and
warm pockets
shouting into the mist
voices boomerang back
breaking the silence
juniper grove
life-sized bansai
lean with the wind
noticing how
the deer are such terrible
environmentalists
fairly certain
a hawk just glided by my
nose and into the mist
sending her angry words
up into the mist
to settle and burn off
walking among the shrubs
unintentionally herding
sparrow onward
juniper trees
wrapped around the boulder's curves
supporting or pushing?
stony perch
and wistful september clouds
make for cold butt
even gayfeather
muted from last nights rain
and this morning's mist
autumn has begun,
with a few dabs of scarlet,
to paint over summer
lichen frenzy
neon green on
shades of gray
hesitating
to say amber waves of grain
but here i go
tour bus motors off
the stillness and rain-washed beauty
gradually return
pinecone hillside -
looking for a ledge
with a view
collecting the rain
before it hits the ground
september grasses
grassy tops
bend under the weight
of their own fruit
expectorant juice
sticks to my
greedy fingers
thick juniper
brightened by a
goldfinch
sweet birds peeping
a little too delicately
for september
after the rain, high fog
and familiar contradictions of
clarity and obscurity
valley acoustics
filter up a bear bell
and muted conversation
the flowers sticky
love note soon covers my hands
and doesn't wash off
stereo mist
rising from the mountains
and NCAR steam room
solar collector
performing under par
on misty cool day
as the day warms up
the damp earth gradually
gives off memories
exhaling mist
the mountains patiently wait
for me to be still
absorbing the morning's beauty
not hung over
so much as laid open
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen