THREE FEBRUARY HAIKU
These three haiku were written on a short walk through
a back suburb in a country town
on a recent cloudy February day in Australia.
Here February is the last summer month,
reckoning by traditional seasons. It is a virtue
of the haiku form that it encourages us to
look at the everyday in new ways with awareness.
It is not to make a dogmatic point
but to stick with the concrete reality of
the moment of this perception.
Personally I feel that sticking to the five, seven,
five syllable structure helps this attain
a certain form.
Writing haiku is an experience not a theory.
THREE FEBRUARY HAIKU
One
Late summer clouds and
Blue patches ripple on a
Roadside puddle's face.
Two
Rusting train tracks in
Sudden February sun-
Such abandoned ways.
Three
Camphor Laurel leaves-
Softest whispers calling in
Summer-brushing breeze.
