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Margaret Chula's Haiku
Sudden
shower
in the empty park
a swing still swinging
saying
good-bye
snow melting
from the roof tiles
Through
the slats
of the outhouse door
Everest!
New
Year's Day
my overalls stained
with last year's garden
reading
a Harlequin
in the shade of a tree -
the heat
late
into the night
we talk of revelations
moon through the pines
this
early heat
a carp arches
into the raindrops
in
strawmat raincoats
farmers plant rice
their boots croaking
returning
the borrowed umbrella
splattered with blossoms
sawing
afternoon
into evening
cicadas
old
man speaks
the breath
before the sound
lying
side by side
separate letters
from our divorced friends
hibachi
embers -
red berries
dusted with snow
on
the second floor
corpse
with the night light on
long
winter night
tangerine peels
piling up
they
have discovered
my flowered kimono
those relentless ants
how
hard the gravestone
an ant disappears
into the crevice
grinding
my ink—
a black cat
howls in childbirth
spring
cleaning
a white kitten
rolls in the dust
sound
of a moth
trapped in a paper lantern
summer rain
top
of the mountain
snow, sky, the outlines of birds
I disappear
entering
the tea room
the tea master
and a firefly
host
and guest
breathe together
powder becomes tea
Easter
morning
the bread dough breathes and rises
under its damp cloth
end
of summer
the rust on my scissors
smells of marigolds
teacher’s
question
hangs in the drowsy classroom
a crow answers
Stars,
stars’ reflections
mirrored in the paddy field
oh! the fireflies
wrapping
my hands
round the warm teacup
the waning moon
watching
the fish pond
fill up with shadows
a distant train
in
the flutter
of a hummingbird's wing
last night's dream
summer
morning
the tiger lilies open
to the hummingbird
saying
goodbye
snow melting
from the roof tiles
closing
his fan
the cool fragrance
of a kimono sleeve
paying
respects
wiping my nose on the rough wool
of my black coat
cold
wind stirs my hair
and the fern fronds
the bald Buddha
sweeping,
sweeping, sweep—
the old woman’s broom
no match for the wind
blowing
soap bubbles
on her eightieth birthday
the years glide away
Star Festival
eve
in the mail box a letter
from an old lover
http://www.ahapoetry.com/zpshadow.htm
http://japanese-gardens-assoc.org/home/katsura.html
http://www.millikin.edu/haiku/research/RotellaChula.html
http://www.millikin.edu/haiku/writerprofiles/MargaretChula.html
http://www.millikin.edu/haiku/writerprofiles/BernardOnChula.html