From My hovel in the Willamette National Forest #73

Like the ones

Dreaming of a white xmas

I used to know

An excerpt from my recently published 4th edition of JIKU

          Haiku are meant to act as in the moment observations ... Observations intended to impact the reader in a way that will have a transitory effect in that moment of viscerally holding and reading them ... Much like an intricate Tibetan Sand Mandala ... Often they're created day and night over several days ... Only to be viewed for a few minutes or hours ... then wiped away by the same monks that created them ... The act of creating and then destroying the Mandalas in part symbolizes the impermanence and momentary nature of life ... This is what we literally strive to do with haiku

 

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #22

melodic woodwinds
thematic old growths swaying
earthen harmony
woodland ampitheatre
a forests sensory play

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #20

chewing pine needles

from an uprooted old growth

umm! Vitamin C

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From my hovel in the Willamette Forest #14

Northwest Cathedral

mossy   knotted   gnarled   sap!   STUMPED!!

old growth avatar

From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #13

drifting thru shadows

swirling clouds ride up sunbeams

smoke fleeing my flue

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #12

sunbeams descend thru trees

where stack smoke gathers to breath

fore rising above the trees

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #10

sap seeps from bark cracks

from a scabs crack blood oozes

natures IV drips

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #8

Seasonal change

woodlands artistic process

forest foliage

the willamette's cold wet air

a forest breathin bear!

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #6

(Haiku) Wet forest floor

(V) rain spray paints the ferns

 

(H) ethereal clouds paint trees

(V) while up the mountain

 

(H) sun rays spotlight me

(V) those sunbeams trickle thru the trees

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #5

midday mist murky trail

up into the clouds ascend

mountain solitude

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #4

fallen holey leave

strewn atop brown pine needles

cool-wet, NorthWest breeze

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #3

sitting for moments

till time to stoke the fire

degrees of emotions

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #2

diffuse full moonlight

See! crickets hum in high grass

As fall's warmth abates

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From my hovel in a National Forest #36

Two degrees 

Warsaw Poland-climate farce

Lulled by corporate warmth

From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #1

Off a tree steam rises

Under sunbeams Autumn reins

Drawn out by falls cold

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fore the Dalton (HWY)

are those Aspen  -  Birch

a stand astride the permafrost 

beseeched by tundra

 

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