One blog I greatly enjoy reviews traditional seasonal haiku in Japan where the year is divided into 72 5-day periods each with recommended themes or words. This week was singing frogs. Of course being in Mexico my seasons don’t quite align, but I don’t let that stop me. Have been writing haiku and spontaneous verse for over fifty years. Haiku is nice because it is short and the main point is to capture a moment of nowness. Very clean, direct art form. Sometimes I hit the target, sometimes I miss. It is always a good exercise. Enjoy.
Don’t ask me why (because there is no answer) but for some reason the latest is first and the first is last. And so it goes…
traditional haiku
containing Trump
does not contain Trump!
15:12
Mexican heat wave without
flushed fever within …
still I sip my warm green tea
boiling restless nights
desperately spiders bite
urgently mosquitoes whine
all-encompassing Heaven above
all-manifesting multifarious Earth below
this living, breathing wakeful world is Buddha!
24/05/14 15:06
deep summer night
throbbing frog-song
listening pond
midnight frog drone echo
casting the spell of Collective Dream
our minds enfolding three dimensional space
v2:
midnight frog-song
a spell dreaming our
deep pool of collective Mind
frog-song drone
summoning summer pond
of timeless memories
frog song in the dark
casting deep spells
of warm summer silence
before birth
after death
frogs forever singing
2024/05/11 12:32
https://seasonwords.com/2024/05/10/week-19-frogs-start-singing/comment-page-1/#respond
on my white peony in bloom
a white spider with tiny green eyes
looking back at me
2024-05-04 06:43
our final parting
a last frost
burning my bruised heart
last snow:
colourful crocus petals
tenderly push through
2024/04/27 12:29
spring rain in the sky
rainbows in the mind
barbarian bombs falling!
2024/04/19 09:00
soft spring rain
smooth pebbles glistening
making mottled rainbow reflections
2024/04/19 09:05
Japan… Siberia
We white geese know no human borders
We fly naked… and free
2024/04/13 09:30
New family member:
A local bird, discovering the little pool in our sagging drainpipe,
Has taken to bathing in it many times a day!
2024/04/09
Between heaven and hell
this moment and forever
life is falling cherry blossoms!
2024/03/29 08:30
spring heat wave
Impoverished local selling colourful hand-painted kites…
I drove on by, soon sad,
his tribal ancestors reproaching my selfishness in swirling dust clouds
2024/03/29 08: 20
on freshly oiled leather hinges
gnarly barn door swings open wide
veritable vista of lively white butterflies and daisies!
2024/03/22 09:04
my much loved wife
in her spring green dress
singing in the kitchen!
2024/03/02 19:07
concentrated life
budding
in breathless potential
2024/03/02 19:06
Rain melting snow
on its way
to being forgotten
2024/03/02 18:59
beckoning green buds
abandoning the past
quivering
2024/03/02 18:51
Growing old
is natural enlightenment
Just don’t try to define whatever that is!
March 2 2024 09:51
Singing insects
sounding within
helping to weave our budding three dimensional world
What’s that I hear?
The promising patter of
icicle droplets on the steps outside
Feb 19th: https://seasonwords.com/2024/02/16/week-07-fish-rise-from-the-ice/
baronbrasdor.art 
These are very lovely! I enjoyed the read!
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