all my life,
the grass
might have been
to decipher
grass flute —
where did that memory
of green go?
the heat index
the argument
subsides
July heat
wishing the grass
had a cool side
phlox droops
over the sidewalk
heat rises
spring parade —
riding on a
grass-covered bicycle
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This is one of those times where seeing the picture might make the haiku slightly less interesting. It seems more metaphorical or surreal if you don’t know I’m talking about an actual grass-covered bicycle. But don’t you feel better knowing there is at least one of them in the world?
highway verge
a bright smell
becomes green grass
long grass parts
possum
interrupts
chewing on grass stalk
teeth and tongue
remembering
(See this post for an explanation of what’s going on here.)
Jane:
“…most of the surprises of life are the contrasts, and therefore this technique is a major one for haiku.
“long hard rain
hanging in the willows
tender new leaves”— Jane Reichhold, Haiku Techniques
Me:
warning cries of birds
hot clearing in the grass
we lie unspeaking
smell of cut grass —
on the flowerbed
dogshit
before the storm
white sky turns black
flight of cardinal
rain in the night
waking alone
skin dry
dew on the grass
nothing to do
with what I’m thinking
after spring rain
wet grass
calls dogs from the path