"he who passes through "
crow:
deep in her dark feathers
a green egg
spring breeze-
young leaves
try out their voices
dawn-
light moves across
the curve of the apple
beggar and his dog-
his sad song
follows me home
dreamt of a kite-
the torn body
patched with a haiku
a blizzard-
the old lady stops
to feed the gulls
smell of wild liquorice -
the child in me
wants sweets
sun through the branches-
calligraphy:
tree on water
sunrise
the postman's red bag
bobbing
Tuim Tin Tassie
Empty tin cup
By : John McDonald
Tonight
How the sky
Paints itself
Sad
As visitors leave-
Daffodils
Between the old man
And the sparrow
Broken bread
Sunset
Still warmth
In her rosary beads
Zen garden :
Someone's footprints
Across the water
First frost-
An old man and his old dog
Support each other
First leaves' falling
A young boy stands
Picking his nose
Too tiny
To reach their doorbell
He plays alone
Japanese girl
Pointing out directions
With my haiku pen
From her bag
A bra spilling-
Moving house
The old man
Leans on his broom-
One last leaf to fall
First sake-
Santoka's haiku
Swim past
