December Haiku Share
I wish I had a solstice haiku to share, but I don’t. Anyway, we can’t have a gathering of haiku poets without paying tribute to Basho’s frog. So share a haiku about frogs. Or crickets. Or both. Or mist. (Or the solstice.) Go wild!
fine mist
he says frogs
I say crickets
The Heron’s Nest XIII:3, September 2011
If you missed the initial post, click here to read about the month long haiku challenge I am holding right here on my blog this December.
Prose Posies 
mist
solstice morning
tree frogs croak
of black and white
the raven leaving nothing
but the mist
http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2012-may-13
old pond
another year older…
Basho’s frog
from a moonlit stump
the frog is outsprung
by its shadow
(Anthologized in The Blossoming Rudder: Haiku, Senryu, Koans, and Pithy Sayings 1984-1987 Edited by H.F. Noyes.)
spring frogs . . .
softening the sound
of traffic
(from my haibun “Simple Folds”
in Contemporary Haibun Online, July 2011) http://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/pages72/Newton_SimpleFolds.html
Love this one, Peter, and the haibun–which I had to go back and reread, along with the other 2 in that issue. Lovely . . .
recalling your silence
as I pass through a valley
full of mist
I wish that I could
lose myself in it
Presence #17 May 2002
silent night
a crickets chirr
breaks the silence
~isabelle loverro
Cara, this one made me smile the first time i read it, and it still has the same effect 🙂
since i can’t share my solstice ku yet, i guess i’ll go a bit wild 😉
hazy moon
all the shapes
of a hangover
NFTG 2:4 (March 2011)
Nice!
Ha!
Thanks, Polona. And yours made me smile. 🙂
misty morning
fading footprints
on the dewy grass
his ebony shadow lingers
across her frail body
Pamela A. Babusci
12/21/12
cold moon –
the days of winter
stretch out before me
Appeared on Angie Werren’s blog as part of her National Poetry Month ‘Couplets’ posts, April 2012. See haiga here: http://triflings.wordpress.com/2012/04/10/kirsten-cliff/
oh, I love that one, kirsten! it’s just about where I am now… except I’m in ohio. 😉
Thanks, Angie. Of course it’s the summer solstice here in NZ.
Happy Summer!
Thank you! 🙂
whispered secrets
the mist absorbs
the night
Daily Haiku, Cycle 13
under the crooked moon—
nothing else is the truth
nor even that mist
Lovely . . .
Thank you, Margaret.
-)
morning fog
I’m startled by the splash
of frogs
the zen space — Summer 2012 Showcase
🙂
😉
kerplunk! Smile . . .
you remind me
how it felt that night we met . . .
our universe
filled with possibilities
and the soft hum of tree frogs
Simply Haiku, vol. 9, no.1, Spring 2011
so good . . .
Thank you, Kirsten . . .
lavender mist
he murmurs another name
in his sleep
Shiki Kigo Kukai, November 2012
I remember that one, Christine.
A few weeks ago I voted for “another name”. ::-)
Thank you, Lech! 🙂
morning dew
and still, a scratchy
cricket song
Alegria Imperial
LYNX, June 2012
This is funny! I was thinking of mist all day today, and lo and behold, you have a post about mist (and frogs and other things)! 🙂
I actually did a haiga for “mist.” I’ll post my haiga later, but for now, here’s the ‘ku:
pine mist the enso we hold onto from this year to the next
I’ll be on the lookout for it, Kathy.