.
winter
rain
afterlife
.
dragonfly
afterlife
airplane
.
afterlife
this time
I’ll look
at the moon
for real
.
(that last one is also over at the March Moon Viewing Party at Haiku Bandit Society)
afterlife
October 31: 1-4: Boo.
october stars —
lighting up the ghosts
of fireflies
the ghost
I’ll be someday —
the leaf I can’t catch
trick-or-treating —
hoping to meet
more ghosts
crows in autumn—
telling
ghost stories
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I normally have a little bit of a compulsion to write haiku sequences in odd numbers (I just like it better that way, okay?), but four is a good number of haiku about ghosts. For the Japanese, the number four signifies death. (The words are homophones, I believe. Correct me if I’m starting to sound ignorant, as so often happens.)
I’m not scared of ghosts. For one thing, I don’t believe they exist. For another, I kind of wish they did, because who wouldn’t want to talk someone who had died and find out what the scoop was on the whole afterlife thing? Especially if it was someone you’d liked while they were alive.
So these haiku are not exactly calculated to strike terror into your heart. They’re more wistful, I think. Happy All Hallows’ Eve to you all.
Red Dragonfly 