Cascade Haiga

Thanks to all who sent haiga based on pictures I’ve posted here.  I have not intentionally left any out.  Please let me know if I have.

My understanding of haiga: 

When a photograph leads an inquiring mind away from its literal content, and such thoughts become words in the haiku form, the poet is like a hiker leaving a trailhead.  The words do not just describe the picture, but lead the reader along a path, deeper into the woods.

fits like a glove

my new winter jacket

is green

     Kathabela  

this spring

I hope to sprout

a green thumb

     Kathabela 

Wet tree shivers above

Its chilly head becomes you

     Steven Radice

our skype call

new snow on the mountains

your loud free voice

     Kathabela  

I fall in love

with winter

my changed perspective

     Kathabela  

deep cobalt blue

in the firs, snow

branches reach skyward

     Susan Rogers 

jet trail

so white so sure

I watch it disappear

     Kathabela 

 

 

Two churches

for every bar

salvation abounds

     Lois P Jones 

 

Cold Toes, meet Warm Water.

Warm Water, meet Cold Toes.

Oh! You know each other?

     Steven Radice 

 

the fixed place

is perennial

yet life

will break again

somewhere else

     Kathabela  (This one is tanka)