HAIKU

Terry Busch



the moon's reflection
dances out on Skagit Bay---
movement in stillness

in black and white
a gallery for the starving
we walk thru quickly

a daffodil
in my shadowed garden---
your smile in my life

unseen
snowflakes whisper
to the lilac

waking to moonlight
I tend a sagebrush fire
waiting on coffee


http://www.poetrylives.com/SimplyHaiku/SHv3n3/haiku/terry_busch.html

Carmina Burana c. 1150 A.D.

Juliana by the Greenwood Tree

One sweet spring Juliana
stood under the greenwood tree
in the company of the sister
Sweet love!

Who could pass you by at such a time!

The trees blossom now
and the birds lasciviously sing,
virgins' pure thoughts take flight,
Sweet love!

The lilacs bloom again
and the maidens in the vale
sing of the high god's power
Sweet love!

Could I embrace the one I love,
and underneath the forest's leaves
I would kiss her with such pleasure,
Sweet love!

Y. Chuikov

Lilacs are in bloom again. There is a wonderful scent in the air.

Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England.

Amy Lowell (1874–1925)
Lilacs

David Giacalone



first the scent -
lilac bushes
'round the corner