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Autumn Moon Haiku Journal 3:1, Autumn/Winter 2019-2020

12/9/2019

 
Welcome to the third Autumn/Winter issue of Autumn Moon Haiku Journal. Haiku has for the most part been a poetic form that reflects the sensibility of a poet and his or her relation to the world they live in, particularly in relation to the natural world and its seasons, with very old guidebooks (saijiki) to those seasons, including seasonal holidays, in Japan. A good source for the saijiki is William J. Higginson’s HAIKU WORLD, AN INTERNATIONAL POETRY ALMANAC, with over 600 poets from fifty countries and presented in English and the poet’s original language.  The haiku poet’s sensibility should permeate their haiku in a poetic way and should therefore express originality. Thus the phrasing in this short haiku form should present the emotional underpinning of the author’s moment of insight where sensibility comes to reflect their haiku moment, such as the experience of beauty. Poetically this moment of insight is structured in the usually natural focus of the insight’s basis in a condition of seasonal changes however small, like a solitary flower or butterfly, or extensive, like falling autumn leaves or a snowstorm. The haiku’s expression and the haiku’s insight are presented as a separation in the haiku, whether formal with punctuation or a distinct shift in expression, or informal, in the poetic flow of the haiku’s phrasing. Unfortunately, as pointed out by the young climate activist Greta Thunberg, major natural catastrophes have been happening around the world, perhaps due to the effects of overpopulation and the side effects of extensive technology, leading to what has been called the “postmodern condition.” Yet, as some haiku in this journal’s current issue, while pointing to this condition, also celebrate the ongoing presence of seasons and seasonal activities relating to those seasons, expressing the effect of seasonal realities on the poets’ sensibility. So decidedly haiku poets should develop his or her sensibility by experiencing and expressing the affect of seasonal nature as it is encountered in the tangible here and now. I invite you to look up my essay “The Essence of Haiku” which examines in greater depth some of the issues brought up here:
http://www.modernhaiku.org/essays/RossEssenceHaiku.html       
 
Bruce Ross, December 2019
 
 
winter silence
everything that surrounds me
is unknown

silenzio invernale -
tutto ciò che me circonda
è sconosciuto
          Vincenzo Adamo, Italy
 
                                                                                                                               forgetting
                                                                                                                               this isn’t home
                                                                                                                               maple leaves
                                                                                                                                                 Kate Alsbury, USA
 
                                            eating the pomegranate seeds another autumn
                                                                                                          Jenny Ward Angyal, USA
 
                                                                                                                               cows settle
                                                                                                                               deeper in their shadows
                                                                                                                               autumn moon
                                                                                                                                                 Marilyn Ashbaugh, USA
 
 beaver moon -
 what is left behind
 in this windswept field

سنگ آبی مہتاب
اس باد زدہ میدان میں
کیا باقی بچا ہے
            Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
 
                                                                                                                                              the skitter
                                                                                                                                              of an unseen bird
                                                                                                                                              cracks the ice
                                                                                                                                      Joanna Ashwell, UK
 
autumn deepens . . .
meerkats in the pile
of yellowed leaves

ẹ̀rún múlẹ̀ . . .
àwọn ẹmọ́ àfè nínu
ẹ̀rẹ́ẹ́lẹ̀ ewé
          Taofeek Ayeyemi (Aswagaawy), Nigeria
 
                                                                                                                                               september fog
                                                                                                                                               the cat’s fur
                                                                                                                                               carries wood smoke

                                                                                                                                               septembernevel
                                                                                                                                               de vacht van de kat
                                                                                                                                               ademt houtrook
                                                                                                                                                                   Michael Baeyens, Belgium
 
flickers
of an old warmth . . .
autumn moon
          Aaron Barry, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                                 the amber glow
                                                                                                                                                 of eucalyptus trunks
                                                                                                                                                 autumn deepens
                                                                                                                                                                  Dyana Basist, USA
 
fallow garden
she hums the same
lullaby
          Maxianne Berger, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                                 all we’ve forgotten . . .
                                                                                                                                                 the honeysuckle
                                                                                                                                                 in winter
                                                                                                                                                              Mark E. Brager, USA
 
laundry day . . .
the old clothesline
fallen
          Ed Bremson, USA
 
                                                               sunday mushrooming bells ring out
                                                                                                            Helen Buckingham, UK
 
                                                                                                                                                 moss etched
                                                                                                                                                 her tombstone
                                                                                                                                                 also decaying
 
                                                                                                                                                swirling leaves
                                                                                                                                                hugging a maple
                                                                                                                                                feeling one
                                                                                                                                                                  John Budan, USA
 
a crescent moon
dangles from the bare branch
twelfth night
          Alanna C. Burke, USA
 
                                                                                                                                              Autumn night -
                                                                                                                                              the leafless limbs of trees
                                                                                                                                              carry the moon
 
                                                                                                                                              Bugnaw'ng kagabhion -
                                                                                                                                              naupaw'ng kulamoy sa kahoy
                                                                                                                                              nagsapnay sa bulan
                                                                                                                                                                     China Cancio, Philippines
 
mountain station -
the freight train
carries only fog
 
gară de munte -
trenul de marfă
transportă doar ceaţă
          Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă, Romania
 
                                                                                                                                               leaves fall . . .
                                                                                                                                               every breath is already
                                                                                                                                               the past
 
                                                                                                                                              cadono foglie . . .
                                                                                                                                              ogni respiro è già
                                                                                                                                              il passato
 
                                                                                                                                               white chrysanthemums . . .
                                                                                                                                               the silent essence
                                                                                                                                               of the morning
 
                                                                                                                                              crisantemi bianchi . . .
                                                                                                                                              l’essenza silenziosa
                                                                                                                                              del mattino
                                                                                                                                                                Lucia Cardillo, Italy
 
                                           saturniid moth clinging to September sun
                                                                                                    Matthew Caretti, USA
 
autumn wind -
i let go
of myself
          Jennifer Carr, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                  moonlight
                                                                                                                                                  loading a port tank with
                                                                                                                                                  the shine of harvest

                                                                                                                                                  mjesečina
                                                                                                                                                  puni silos u luci
                                                                                                                                                  žetvenim sjajem
                                                                                                                                                           Mihovila Čeperić-Biljan, Croatia
 
winter’s dusk -
i travel this last road
alone
          Vernon Chain, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                rustle of leaves -
                                                                                                                                                I open my soul to let
                                                                                                                                                the autumn enter

                                                                                                                                                foşnet de frunze -
                                                                                                                                                îmi deschid sufletul
                                                                                                                                                să intre toamna
                                                                                                                                                                  Vasile Cojocaru, Romania
 
last harvest
just enough to feed
the birds
          Sue Colpitts, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                                 frozen waterfalls
                                                                                                                                                 on a roadside cliff -
                                                                                                                                                 the silence between us
                                                                                                                                          Susan Constable, Canada
 
moonlight
the smell of leaves
upon leaves
          Vera Constantineau, Canada
 
                                                       hunter’s moon releasing a striper
                                                                                                Bill Cooper, USA
 
                                                                                                                                               deep winter
                                                                                                                                                the snow has erased
                                                                                                                                                his footprints
                                                                                                                                                                    Tina Crenshaw, USA
 
At Thanksgiving
all the garden laid out
on the table

A l’Action de Grâce
tout le jardin étalé
sur la table
          Liette Croteau, Canada
 
                                                                                        heavy heart
                                                                                        my notebook full of
                                                                                        dead leaves

                                                                                        le cœur gros
                                                                                       mon calepin boursouflé
                                                                                       de feuilles mortes
                                                                                                             Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont, Belgium                                                                                                                                                       
climate change
on the merchant’s stall
no pumpkin smiles

accords sur le climat
sur l’étal les potirons
n’ont pas le sourire
          Marie Derley, Belgium
 
                                                                                          golden tamaracks
                                                                                                  snowbirds
                                                                                                  take flight
                                                                                                                 Karen Dick, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                               autumn wind
                                                                                                                                               bristled the spines
                                                                                                                                               of a hedgehog

                                                                                                                                                Jesenji vetar
                                                                                                                                                nakostrešio
                                                                                                                                                bodlje ježa
                                                                                                                                                             Zoran Doderović, Croatia
 
autumn’s chill
at the grave
an eddy of leaves
          Carmela Dolce, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                harvest moon -
                                                                                                                                                the fragrance of a fresh
                                                                                                                                                haiku book

                                                                                                                                                luna plină -
                                                                                                                                                parfumul prospeţimii
                                                                                                                                                unei cărţi de haiku
                                                                                                                                                                  Ana Drobot, Romania
 
                                                                                              dark field
                                                                        pumpkins glow upon    
                                                                                                    harvest moons of ice
                                                                                                                                 Michael Dudley, Canada
 

                                                                                                                                                  his first Yuletide
                                                                                                                                                  our dog marks
                                                                                                                                                  the Christmas tree
                                                                                                                                                                    John J. Dunphy, USA
 
the storks are leaving -
will I live until next year
to see them again?

pleacă berzele -
trăi-voi pân’ la anul
să le revăd?

starless sky -
the field full of thistles
empty autumn

cer fără stele -
câmpu-i plin de ciulini
toamnă săracă
          Adina Enăchescu, Romania
 
                                                                                                                                                 falling shadows
                                                                                                                                                 of falling leaves
                                                                                                                                                 missing my dad
                                                                                                                                                                   David Käwika Eyre, USA
 
Kurds flee
same full moon
here and there
          Susan Farmer, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                a gentle broom
                                                                                                                                                for the woolly bear
                                                                                                                                                on the threshold
                                                                                                                                                                 Jeff Ferrara, USA
 
wind storm -
Norfolk pines hold up
the Milky Way

four am milking -
out of the valley fog
the dairy herd
          Lorin Ford, Australia
 
                                                                                                                                                  maple wind shadows
                                                                                                                                                  the way
                                                                                                                                                  I used to dance
                                                                                                                                                                   Jenny Fraser, New Zealand
 
                                                                                       test results
                                                                                       come back negative
                                                                                       . . . Thanksgiving
                                                                                                            William Scott Galasso, USA
 
autumn arrives -
the ciguas* of my house
where have they gone?

llega el otoño -
las ciguas de mi casa
dònde se han ido?
*grey and white national bird of the Dominican Republic
              Rafael García Bidó, Dominican Republic
 
                                                                                                                                              shifting mountains
                                                                                                                                              autumn’s reflection
                                                                                                                                              in the river

                                                                                                                                              les montagnes dansent
                                                                                                                                              leur reflet d’automne
                                                                                                                                              à flots
                                                                                                                                                               Line Gauthier, Canada
 
                                                                                        autumn woods
                                                                                        stillness
                                                                                        in the stillness
                                                                                         joan iversen goswell, USA
 
even to the moon
the red leaves rustle
in this breeze

甚至对明月
红叶沙沙微风中

crabapples
in moonlight . . .
first frost

海棠月色映初霜
          David He, People’s Republic of China
 
                                                                                                                                                fall planting
                                                                                                                                                grave promises
                                                                                                                                                of spring
                                                                                                                                                                  Marilyn Henighan, Canada
 
a blue jay
drops the smallest peanut
autumn morning
          Gary Hittmeyer, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                bend in the road
                                                                                                                                                winter light through
                                                                                                                                                a deer’s rib cage
                                                                                                                                                                Frank Hooven, USA
 
after chemo
snatches of sky
in every puddle
          Louise Hopewell, Australia

                                                                            larger in my window
                                                                       than the sky
                                                                                       full moon
                                                                                                        Gary Hotham, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                  empty sky
                                                                                                                                                  after the storm
                                                                                                                                                  silence
                                                                                                                                                           Marilyn Humbert, Australia
 
end of season -
my sand castle taken
by the waves

sfârşit de sezon -
castelul meu de nisip
luat de valuri
          Letiţia Lucia Iubu, Romania
 
                                                                                                                                                waiting for
                                                                                                                                                the fall of another leaf -
                                                                                                                                                the rest is silence

                                                                                                                                                aşteptând
                                                                                                                                                căderea altei frunze -
                                                                                                                                                restul e tăcere
                                                                                                                                                                Dan Iulian, Romania
 
Kongming lanterns -
wondering which is
my autumn moon
          Lakshmi Iyer, India
 
                                          a thousand raindrops in a footprint left behind
                                                                                                        Rick Jackofsky, USA
 
                                                                                 for my coins
                                                                                 he offers
                                                                                 a winter smile

                                                                   the squall of wild geese
                                                                                at nightfall -
                                                                             waning moon
                                                                                                  Shirley Johnson, Canada
 
summer into fall
on a shelf with Santa
two garden gnomes
          Jeanne Jorgensen, Canada
 
                                                                      old tin roof
                                                                      a full moon in the sound
                                                                      of autumn rain

                                                             no mind still migrating geese
                                                                                                        Elmedin Kadric, Sweden
 
Another wrinkle
Found in the mirror -
Bare branches
          Skylar Kay, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                                the boy’s hands
                                                                                                                                                do not stretch far enough
                                                                                                                                                starry lake
                                                                                                                                  Jeff Kressmann, USA

autumn breeze
I open the door
to fireweed fluff
          kjmunro, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                                  all saint’s day
                                                                                                                                                  gathering pumpkins
                                                                                                                                                  for squirrels
                                                                                                                                                                  Jill Lange, USA
 
                                                                                        Valentine’s Day
                                                                                         stomping out hearts
                                                                                         in the snow
                                                                                                         Kristen Lindquist, USA
 
harvest moon
holding my thoughts of home
close . . . and closer
(for Li Po)

豐收月
貼近 ...再貼近
我對家的思念

the weight
of winter twilight
river’s edge

冬天暮色
的沉重之感
河流的邊緣
          Chen-ou Liu, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                                steam rises
                                                                                                                                                from the newborn foal -
                                                                                                                                                winter dawn
                                                                                                                                                              John McManus, UK
 
                                                                        departing autumn
                                                                        the kettle’s whistle brings me
                                                                        back to the present
                                                                                          Indra Neil Mekala, India
 
Late at night
Still the sound of neighbors
chopping wood

Tarde en la noche
Aùn se oyen los vecinos
cortando leña
          Lía Miersch, Argentina
 
                                                                                                                                                the spider
                                                                                                                                                dead in its own web
                                                                                                                                                autumn breeze
                                                                                                                                                              Ben Moeller-Gaa, USA
 
water dried -
on the bottom of the riverbed
stream of leaves

apa a secat -
pe fundul albiei
şuvoi de frunze
          Vasile Moldovan, Romania
 
                                                                                                                                                Thanksgiving
                                                                                                                                                 one year ago
                                                                                                                                                 widowed

                                                                                                                                                autumn leaves . . .
                                                                                                                                                catching in my throat
                                                                                                                                                the word good-bye
                                                                                                                                                                Joanne Morcom, Canada
 
‘autumn leaves’
from afar a piano plays
afterglow

‘le foglie morte’
nelle note di un piano . . .
luce al tramonto
          Luciana Moretto, Italy
 
                                                                                                                                                clear ice -
                                                                                                                                                skating into dad’s
                                                                                                                                                perfect circle

                                                                                                                                                open door
                                                                                                                                                a spider swings in
                                                                                                                                                with the stars
                                                                                                                                                                   Laurie D. Morrissey, USA
 
                                                                                    river of stars . . .
                                                                                    a little boy wiggles
                                                                                    his milk tooth
                                                                                                        Ron C. Moss, Australia
 
autumn leaves
the refugee’s hands
red with henna

hazan yaprakları
mültecinin elleri
kına kızılı

where do you go
before the rain
and the swallows
 
nereye gidiyorsun
yağmurdan evvel
ve kırlangıçlardan
 
adónde te vas
antes de la lluvia
y las golondrinas
          Guliz Mutlu, Turkey/Spain
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                                 clinging to life
                                                                                                                                                 a yellowed leaf on a branch
                                                                                                                                                 against the wind
 
                                                                                                                                                bám níu sự sống
                                                                                                                                                chiếc lá đã ngả vàng trên cành
                                                                                                                                               đối chọi cơn gió
                                                                                                                                                              Ngo Binh Anh Khoa, Vietnam
 
 
The autumn moon -
in the garden still chirping
a lonely cricket
 
Luna de toamnă -
în grădină mai cântă
stingher un greier
          Valentin Nicoliţov, Romania
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                                 a pawn
                                                                                                                                                 alone on the chessboard
                                                                                                                                                 harbourfront rain
                                                                                                                                        Roland Packer, Canada
 
 
winter sunshine
a white-brown scrubwren
shows the way
          Greg Piko, Australia
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                                  autumn fair
                                                                                                                                                  maples drop leaves
                                                                                                                                                  all shades of red
 
                                                                                                                                                  осенняя ярмарка
                                                                                                                                                  клены роняют листья
                                                                                                                                                  всех цветов рыжего
                                                                                                                                                                 Philmore Place, Belarus
 
crescent moon
bending wood to make
a wheel
          Keith Polette, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                paw print
                                                                                                                                                on the ice
                                                                                                                                                just one
                                                                                                                                                           John Potts, UK
 
nearly ninety
so many autumn moons
in grandma’s life
          Patricia Prime, New Zealand
 
                                                                                                                                                autumn chill
                                                                                                                                                remnants of a web
                                                                                                                                                tinged with frost
                                                                                                                                         Carol Raisfeld, USA
 
autumn equinox
the wave before
it crashes
          Dian Duchin Reed, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                winter rain
                                                                                                                                                nothing seems quite
                                                                                                                                                to be itself
                                                                                                                                                             Edward J. Rielly, USA
 
evergreens hold
the old snow’s weight
New Year’s Day
          Barbara Sabol, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                 center of the lake
                                                                                                                                                 trudging in and out in
                                                                                                                                                 snowmobile tracks
                                                                                                                                                                 Tom Sacramona, USA
 
                                                                      winter morning
                                                                      the shape of words
                                                                      I speak to her
                                                                                   Srinivasa Rao Sambangi, India
 
wayang* all night
the pale moon awaits
outside the screen
 
wayang semalam suntuk
bulan pucat menanti
di luar layar
      *Indonesian shadow puppet show
                 Ken Sawitri, Indonesia
 
                                                                                                                                                baby due tomorrow
                                                                                                                                                she rakes fallen leaves
                                                                                                                                                into neat piles
                                                                                                                                                               Debbie Scheving, USA
 
winter rain
i go back inside
my thoughts
          Rich Schilling, USA
 
                                                                                                                                              pouring rain
                                                                                                                                              the buttery texture
                                                                                                                                              of red kuri squash
 
                                                                                                                                             trombe d’eau
                                                                                                                                             la chair fondante
                                                                                                                                             du potimarron
                                                                                                                                                         Olivier Schopfer, Switzerland
 
unpaved backroad
14 point shadow
out of season
          Ron Scully, USA
 
                                                                          Lots of persimmons
                                                                          weigh on the branches
                                                                          crows cawing louder
 
                                                           柿たわわ烏の声の高まれり  
                                                kaki tawawa karasu no koe no takamareri
                                                                                                 Kyoko Shimizu, Japan
 
 
                                                                                       dawn . . .
                                                                           the sound of rain
                                                                                on dry leaves
 
                                                                                 amanecer . . .
                                                                    el sonido de la lluvia
                                                                          sobre hojas secas
                                                                                                  Leticia Sicilia, Spain
 
childhood recalled
the smoothness of a chestnut
this fall
 
autumn leaves
twenty-four new colours
in the grade one class

windfall
the stag in the road
stays put
          Susan Spooner, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                               missing my friend . . .
                                                                                                                                               the grey heron
                                                                                                                                               at the creek
 
                                                                                                                                               drowned suburb
                                                                                                                                               Canada geese float
                                                                                                                                               on their reflections
                                                                                                                                                             Barbara Strang, New Zealand
 
autumn leaves
the missing colours
of my life
          Debbie Strange, Canada
 
                                                                                                                                               Unread letters -
                                                                                                                                                in the mail box
                                                                                                                                                only leaves
 
                                                                                                                                                Scrisori necitite -
                                                                                                                                                în cutia poştală
                                                                                                                                                numai frunze
                                                                                                                                                                 Constantin Stroe, Romania
 
autumn moon
the rising aroma
of roast chestnuts
          Andre Surridge, New Zealand
 
                                                                                                                                                 everywhere
                                                                                                                                                 a bird might sing
                                                                                                                                                 winter sun
                                                                                                                                                             Rick Tarquinio, USA
 
harvest moon
four spirits wander
the corn maze
          Barbara Tate, USA
 
                                                                                                                                               deep winter . . .
                                                                                                                                                the silence of
                                                                                                                                                trackless snow
                                                                                                                                                              Angela Terry, USA
 
                                          one apple in his hand in mine—harvest moon

                                      één appel in zijn hand in mijn hand—oogstmaan
                                                                     Corine Timmer, The Netherlands/Portugal
 
wet night -
the cat is hiding
in the old waistcoat
 
noapte umedă -
pisica se ascunde
în vechiul cojoc
          Maria Tirenescu, Romania
 
                                                                                                                                               autumn stillness -
                                                                                                                                               seeing the underside
                                                                                                                                               of the bridge
                                                                                                                                                              Stephen Toft, UK
 
new years morning
how quietly
the rain falls
 
nieuwjaars morgen
hoe zachtjes
valt de regen
          Joanne van Helvoort, The Netherlands
 
                                                                                                                                               departing cranes . . .
                                                                                                                                               I search for you on each
                                                                                                                                               moonlit sky
 
                                                                                                                                               se duc cocorii . . .
                                                                                                                                               te caut pe fiecare cer
                                                                                                                                               pe care creşte luna
                                                                                                                                                                 Steliana Voicu, Romania
 

a wren sings
from grandpa’s gravestone
autumn afternoon
 
marriage over
a monarch butterfly
also leaving
          Marilyn Appl Walker, USA
 
                                                                                                                                                   a few months
                                                                                                                                                  of winter poems
                                                                                                                                                  but then . . . but then!
                                                                                                                                                                    Julie Warther, USA
 
a white feather
floats down from a tree
autumn coolness
 
waking childless
a glittering frost
has settled
          Lucy Whitehead, UK
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                                  Christmas morning
                                                                                                                                                  Virgin Mary holds snow
                                                                                                                                                   in her hands
 
                                                                                                                                                   Boże Narodzenie
                                                                                                                                                   Dziewica Maria trzyma
                                                                                                                                                   śnieg w dłoniach
 
                                                                                                                                                   autumn river
                                                                                                                                                   heading towards a place
                                                                                                                                                   we cannot see
 
                                                                                                                                                   jesienna rzeka
                                                                                                                                                  zmierzamy do miejsca
                                                                                                                                                  którego nie widać
                                                                                                                                                                      Ernest Wit, Poland
 
wormholes
in the sweetest apples
autumn afternoon
          Robert Witmer, Japan
 
                                                                                                                                              rustle of leaves
                                                                                                                                              on a windless day
                                                                                                                                              anniversary of his death
 
                                                                                                                                              forest thicket
                                                                                                                                              watching the fawn
                                                                                                                                              watching me
                                                                                                                                      Valorie Woerdehoff, USA

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    Bruce Ross


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