Bird haiku

Bird of time –
in Kyoto, pining
for Kyoto.

Japanese

Hush, cawing birds; what rackets you make:
heaven's indignant messengers ...
you remind me of wordsmiths!
― Ō no Yasumaro (circa 711), loose translation by Michael R. Burch

The clouds are gone and sparrows

are telling each other tales.

Ranetsu

Birds on the branches

in the evening darkness-

can they find berries?

Sasabune

Sparrew singing-

its tiny mouth open.

Buson

Ploughing the land-

not even a bird singing

in the mountain's shadow.

Buson

The behaviour of the pigeon

is beyond reproach,

but the mountain cuckoo?

Buson

Caligraphy of geese

against the sky-

the moon seals it.

Buson

Lightening -

Heron's cry

Stabs the darkness

Basho

Must springtime fade?

then cry all birds . . .

and fishes

Cold pale eyes pour tears

Basho

Thank you yoko for this lovely thread.

vivid green cedar
against winter's bare oak tree
red bird sits alone

©Donna Jones

I am enlarging one of your lovely images,
but sorry I can't get rid of this blurry image.

the bird sings softly
the leaves dance so gracefully
becomes forever dream

Pabon

ink through calamus
the poet feathers his art
with plumes of bird songs

Inman

spring birdsong . . .

unopened the longest,

the heaviest present

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Thank you yoko for this lovely and colourful post.

Like Vicky, I will enlarge one of your images.

first glimpse—

white swan

in the forest pool

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cool summer night—

        a full moon

frames the bird feeder

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Adding one of yoko's images

out of heaven

still glittering

the hummingbird

Larry Gates

Thank you Vicky and Inda.

Bluer than sapphire
Singing from a budding tree
Indigo bunting.

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Ethereal song
Liquid notes that spiral up
Vanish into air.

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Thank you yoko for the very beautiful haiku and images.

The hummingbird is beautiful.

Thank you yoko.

by D.H. Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.

You can help migratory birds:

Protect their habitat in your community and yard.

Reduce hazards  to birds. Avoid pesticide use, make windows safer and supervise your pets when outside.

Talking of migratory birds, I read this in Canadian Wildlife:

Migratory birds are good indicators of the health of the environment because they are relatively easy to study - what is bad for birds is often bad for humans.

The topic is getting off bird haiku, but these facts are good to know.

Pale pink reflections
On a blackbird’s glossy wing
Springtime cherry tree.

Japanese saying

Lovely to see all the birds.

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

Rabindranath Tagore

Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/bird.html

Thank you yoko for this lovely thread.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Christina Rossetti
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/bird.html

Thank you yoko for this very lovely thread.

Thank you yoko for this lovely topic.

hummingbird at the window

    —my blink

          startles it away

 bird-catcher may have thrown away

His pole, hearing a cuckoo's sweet song.

Japanese

All kinds have arrived back from the south. It is nice to hear their song when I walk to work in the morning.

Thank you yoko for the lovely topic.

You are right, the birds are back and it is nice to hear them singing and communicating with each other.

squawk of a jay—

walking sticks left

at the trailhead

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under the eaves

a barn owl’s shadow

another

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“...as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the sea birds raced and ran upon the beaches. Then that same impulse to flight seized upon them too. Crying, whistling, calling, they skimmed the placid sea and left the shore. Make haste, make speed, hurry and begone; yet where, and to what purpose? The restless urge of autumn, unsatisfying, sad, had put a spell upon them and they must flock, and wheel, and cry; they must spill themselves of motion before winter came.” 
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

“The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.” 
― Tagore, Amitendranath

Spring departs.
Birds cry
Fishes’ eyes are filled with tears

I like to wash,
the dust of this world
In the droplets of dew.

Sparrow, spare
The horsefly
Dallying in flowers.

Basho Matsuo