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Spring Haiku by greenfrog

by Patricia | 3.22.11

Welcome to WIZ’s Spring Poetry Runoff open invitation haiku chain.  This is a non-competitive (that is, not part of the poetry contest), come-as-you-are,  just-for-fun activity that we run from time to time here on WIZ.

A haiku is a classical Japanese poetical form, usually 17 syllables all in a single line in Japanese, but I understand that there are longer and shorter forms.  In English, a haiku often takes the form of one short line of 5 syllables, a long line of 7 syllables, and a short line of 5 syllables, but there are many paths–take your pick.  Often, haiku mention the season under scrutiny–in this case spring, obviously.  If you wish to learn more about haiku, you can go here or here.

The rules: Really, there aren’t any.  How it usually goes is someone starts the chain–today, it’s Sean aka greenfrog.  Somebody follows him, adding a single haiku in the comments, and then another person takes a turn, and around we go.  Other than the informal, “one-at-a-time-please” tradition, there’s no limit to turns a participant can take and no deadline for this activity.  It runs as long as it runs.  So if you feel inclined to add a thread to the tapestry, don’t be shy.

Here’s Sean’s opening haiku:

The bud embedded
In the matrix of branch and
Earth and sun and spring.


Sean/greenfrog makes his home in the Denver area and blogs occasionally about yoga and meditation.  You can visit his blog In Limine here.

14 Responses to Spring Haiku by greenfrog

  1. Th.


    the rain hasn’t stopped
    forty days & forty nights
    I so need new shoes

  2. greenfrog

    Falling rains fill the sky,
    Melt the earth, softening stone,
    Pressing life upward.

  3. Patricia

    Snowmelt spins soils in
    liquid winds; spring’s air stream floods
    the sky with flown earth.

  4. greenfrog

    Wind tears sand from stone,
    Scouring the untarnished sky.

  5. Patricia

    gf, mind if I …?

  6. greenfrog

    By all means

  7. Patricia

    Wind tears sand from stone,
    Scouring the untarnished sky,
    Rasping its bowl blue.

    Wanted to try to work in the auditory effect, which around here could be said to be grating.
    [edited 3/27 @ 7:40 pm (inverted "blue" and "bowl")--a perk of blog administration]

  8. Mary

    cattail-ringed sloughs wake
    male red-winged blackbirds return
    making nests they sing

  9. Patricia

    Wild spring buckwheat cracks
    bud-fists to spread yellow bright

  10. Val

    Wild spring buckwheat cracks
    bud-fists to spread yellow bright
    sparks above pale green

  11. Mary

    In the Pines

    Resplendent columns
    descend thick boughs–new-growth tips,
    needle-covered loam.

    Gentled sun rays touch
    opening violet petals
    with yellow centers.

    She plucks slender stems,
    a full bouquet for mother
    amid the needles.

  12. Patricia


    leaves from a distant
    fall, turkey vultures blow in
    on spring’s tumble-winds

    mountain bluebird lights
    in an unbloomed peach tree, a
    brief cobalt flower

    mourning dove’s soft drawl
    adds warmth to an evening’s
    low-burning silence

    (First stanza’s for you, greenfrog.)

  13. Patricia

    wild phlox blossoms in
    sunrise-tinged clouds–pink, lilac–
    across spring’s expanse

    Am I the only one playing in the sandbox now?

  14. Lora

    phlox and daffodils
    winds shift around to the east
    flowers surge skies growl

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