A fusion of haiku by Ryokan

Yesterday morning I was commenting to my partner that if I were to write a haiku out of season it would be about summer in winter. I couldn’t do a winter haiku in summer I said. Yet, one hour later, I was looking at fusing two winter haiku…perhaps waiting at a courthouse in freezing air conditioning made it feel possible.

Here are the two winter haiku featured by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Crossroads #12 for creating new ‘fusion-haiku’. The author is Japanese poet, Ryokan (1758-1831).

river in winter

soaring over peaks

an eagle spots its prey

©Ryokan

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hedge branches

young birds are raised

morning snow

©Ryokan

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My new ‘fusion haiku’:

an eagle circles

sharp winds swirl river of snow

prey nest far below

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200 Starlings

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200 starlings drop by
in a cloud
that swoops and dives
An aerial ballet
takes over every inch
of the front yard
It’s a convention and
they’re dining on
dried chicory husks
with other delicacies
hidden in the snow
They huddle on the roof,
congregate the road,
then disappear on mass
reappearing seconds later
behind the house
And I, featherless, chatter
exhilarated
by this encounter,
their parallel universe.

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Flash

A murmuration of starlings

fills cloud burdened sky

in a flash performance

Its  speckled phantom shape

twirls, unfurls

dips and turns

over there

now here

and gone

leaving smiles and

windshield signs

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The above photo,showing a murmuration of starlings, is from Pixabay.

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sounds

In response to a recent Carpe Diem Haiku Kai invitation to write haiku on the theme of dawn using a phrase and fragment:

I am not often up at dawn these days as we are on a later schedule, though morning is the best time to pick lettuce and peas—they’re sweetest then.  I set an alarm to rise early but often postpone picking until next day:

Alarm rings

time to pick lettuce

tomorrow

And, the other evening:

Above traffic hum

hovers twilight serenade 

birds chirp and chatter

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Summoned

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We soar as one

summoned

by

magnetic

sun

summoned

on

spring

winds

summoned

as one we soar.

Squeezed for time, I chose a “Skinny” to join in with dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics.  Mish invites us to write a poem from the point of view of nature.  I have seen many formations of birds in the sky lately.  Temperatures are still chilly and splotches of snow linger, but the birds are making themselves seen and heard these days.  Thank you to Efraimstochter who donated this bird photo to the public domain.

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