Haiku by Craig Hanley
The sounds of the wind
Through the souveniers of life
Are her memories
Cloud high - below rain
Soaring in the bright sunlight
Destination home
Northern Lights - the souls
Of our dead stream the sky
In celebration
The birds fall - she's heard
The touch of feathers landing
Beside the roadway
The wind changes quick
The directions of bird flight
The fall paths of leaves
Crumbs of bread in snow
Whiter than the throats of birds
Feeding on the sill
Sea gulls, climbing steps
Of clouds reaching to the sun
Disappeared in haze
Two white horses run
In the snow sending up breaths
Of powder twilight
The trees makes themselves,
Images, after-a-while
It's all obvious
Green light reflected
Becomes real in the darkness
That caused it to live
The wind rushes elms
The leaves falling before me
Leave the forest bare
Storm, the memories
Of wisdoms spoken once more
In the fires of the night
Swim the ocean past
The point of the end of land
And float back slowly
Look! How the clouds break
To dry the glistening wet street
After morning rain
The insects like smoke
In the air living out their
Brief moments of life
Watch the birds flying
South before the Winter's snow
Crying to the wind
Stationary sails
On paralysed white-tipped waves-
Skier motionless
A burst of sunshine
Breaks upon an Autumn day ...
Cattails in the breeze
A glance to the high
Clouds reveals a faultless blue
The dance of Summer
The falling of snow
On a white Christmas morning
Becomes soft and calm
A window and sky
The perfect blue creation
Of a Summer day
The dust of Springtime
Rising on a Winter wind
The last breath of cold
Flying April snow
Like silken silent dancers
In the morning air
Watching from windows
Clouds rise on the horizon
Like faceless new gods
The peculiar flights
Of blue wasps in the sunlight
Are songs to the day
Sunshine like slivers
Of aimed gold slanting downward
To strike my eyes blind
A dream of old men
Dancing wildly in shadows
Suddenly smiling
Clouds can drop closer
To the Earth settling raindrops
On the wings of birds
A tree thrown sharply
But haphazard into earth
Is received with grace
A tree becomes king
By raising an armoured hand
To the storming sky
This is my homeland
A place of cold descending
On a wave of land
Fashioning blue kites
To fly and become hidden
In the cloudless sky
A bird's cry lingers
For a moment on my ear
Followed by silence
Birch leaves in the wind
Shivering splinters of green
Alive with today
Strange, they've got concrete
All decorated up with
Artificial pine
A handful of sand
Resting on a spit of beach
Remaining apart
Bushes with hoar frost
Standing clothed in a field
Bowing to Winter
The leaves have fallen
On a cold September day-
Sitting here alone
A September sky
Echoes Summer memories
And Winter's promise
Clouds far below me
Forming a blanket of white -
Slicing silver wing
A glimpse of water
Below broken ice and snow -
Release of Winter
A road seen from height?
Are there people travelling
On the cold terrain?
A glimpse of barren
Rock bare in the cold Shield
Lakes now covered still
The new-green fields pass
The before-summer blossom
Of dreams of ripe grain
Forest ends suddenly
Trees to rock to trees rhyme
The mottled pattern
An overcast sky
And an Autumn wind crying
Through a withered oak
Decisions of rain
Are hanging there in the clouds
Above Summer's end
A glimpse of white lake
Seen dimly through the high clouds
New reality
We can't help waiting
On the edges of a field
To see harvest end
A butterfly hangs
A lazy Summer circle
On a pale flower
Negotiating
A circle-quick turn in the air
Pigeons above trains
Sail boats gliding
Across calm blue lake floor
Of early Summer
Plover stepping bright
Leaves the path of his journey
On the beach's face
Strawberries ripen
Their red bodies lie dreaming
Of coming harvest
Tear away the flesh
From my body the bones from
My flesh take my life
Male behind female
Walking 0ne-two in order
In a wet rice land
The night is black on
Black but it's the emptiness
There that really hurts
The Bodhisattva's
Faith: the turning of bees in
The dance saying, "Life"
Frankly waiting here
Is a boring exercise
And I'm leaving now
After Holidays
In sunny Barcelona
You wore castanets
When I wanted you
You left without any word
And took my pet bear
And when we had laughed
At a joke over dessert
Your eyes sparkled blue
A garden with trees
Is refuge from city heat
A sparrow chirping
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