1 October 2023 (heavy dew)

heavy dew . . .

a swamp sparrow skulks

in the aster patch

21 March 2022 (fog)

morning fog . . .

the loud clear song

of the fox sparrow

3 November 2021 (dream)

I often dream that I’m writing haiku, but upon waking, don’t often remember what I wrote. This morning I did, though, and I thought the haiku kind of worked, if you remember that old joke: “make like a tree and leave.” The subconscious amazes me.

*

making like a tree migrant sparrows

16 March 2021 (sparrow)

a sparrow takes a bath

in a thawed stretch of stream

almost spring

15 July 2020 (sparrow)

humming to myself

something from childhood…

white-throated sparrow

1 July 2020 (sparrow)

filling in

around the rain

a sparrow’s song

19 May 2020 (sparrows)

domestic issues

a pair of song sparrows

mates in my yard

December 16: Birdsong

something in the air

reminiscent of spring

sparrow’s song

November 2: Day of the Dead (two versions)

fallen leaves

returning to the air

as sparrows

day of the dead

fallen leaves

flying up as sparrows

Which version do you prefer? 

Yesterday marked the nine-year anniversary of this blog! That’s more than 3,200 haiku, although it hasn’t been until the last 400 or so that I feel like I’m finally getting the hang of it. Sort of. Sometimes.

October 30: Migrating sparrows

the high calls

of migrating sparrows

so far yet to go

October 26: Migration (& bonus guest haiku!)

leaves rustling
with sparrows
fall migration

And a bonus haiku by guest contributor Vicki Henderson (my mom):

sprinkled from the sky
a peppering
of sparrows