Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

In that 'long ago',
all of us are ever young ...
never more alive.

 

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First, you find a place
to rest your weary soul, then
applaud your journey.

 

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There is happiness
and when there's happiness, it's
undeniable.

 

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Autumn at the beach;
looks like a picture postcard.
Vibrant hues, cool temps.

 

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

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When uncertain, he
will look to you for guidance.
Offer steady hands.

 

 

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

 

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Ah, the autumn leaves,
that drift gently to the ground,
blanketing the lawn.

 

 

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Pillow fights online ...
debating philosophy ...
both get you nowhere

 

 

 

 

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Silhouettes of trees
turn my river view into
a jigsaw puzzle.

 

 

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A quartet of haikus:

 

After all these years,
I still haunt the lost and found,
looking for my life.

I still ride the train,
in hope the next station will
be where I get off.

I cross bridges knowing
I can not wash away all
the sins of my life.

I am stuck in time
living out a meager life
extracting fool's gold.

 

 

 

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Walking the shoreline,
the fog envelopes me and
the ocean inspires.

 

 

 

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Delicate flowers,
Battered by the wind and rain,
Petals on the ground.

 

 

 

 

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Do you fight the wind?
Do you swim against the tide?
Worlds turn, why won't you?

 

 

 

 

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The leaves drifting down,
Make a carpet on the lawn,
For kids to romp through.

 

 

 

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Sad when Summer ends,
and the school year starts anew ...
said no mom ever.

 

 

 

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Mother Nature sends
an eviction notice and
the foliage leaves.

 

 

 

 

 

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Regrets at sunset,
never fully wipe away,
the sins of the day.

 

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When you are taken
out of your routine; rethink,
resolve, then re-set.

 

 

 

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Geisha on a bridge,
watches the swans, then hurries
off to serve the tea.
 
 

 

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Toy soldiers remain
lying in the lawn; battle
called due to bedtime.
 
 

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There’s a twilight time
between dusk and eve’ning that
nurtures reflection.
 
 

 

 

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tanka haiku:

 

Perusing the hall,
he picked out a girl and tried
to make eye contact.
 
  At first, she acted shy ... then,
  she slowly ... drew him to her.

 

 

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To live without love
is to whisper to angels
and yet, be ignored.

 

 

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Some people say that
Naked Gondoliers are what
made Venetians blind.

 

 

 

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An incoming tide,
coral clouds at sunrise ... all
of our Hopes reborn.

 

 

 

 

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A doormat thrown in
the trashcan has probably
worn out its welcome.

 

 

 

 

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They say that I am
hopelessly optimistic ...
I just hope they're right.

 

 

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The lush foliage
of autumn, clings to trees like
those dots of Seurat's

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Bleeding hearts mixed with
bloody ignorance will soon
need a transfusion.

 

 

 

 

 

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 tanka haiku:

 
From the cab of his
pickup, he could see grey smoke
rise from the chimney.

It was nearly sunrise and
he could not wait for coffee.

 

 

 

 

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We drove through the night
to see the fall foliage
mirrored in the lake.

 

 

 

 

 

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a lonely road weaves
through a dark forest. My soul
tries not to linger.

 

 

 

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If the sky is blue,
and the grass always greener,
more books should be read.

 

 

 

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Won't you have some tea?
I'll sit here eating biscuits
watching boats pass by.

 

James Tissot (French, 1836–1902) | Tea | 1872

 

 

 

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Collapsed in a heap,
and yet ... she watches closely
as suitors stalk her.

 

"The Green Cushion" ca.1895 by Irving Ramsey Wiles (1861-1948)

 

 

 

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His trousers are gone ...
her dress hangs from a flagpole ...
That was some party.

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Do you wonder why
all day long, you walk on air?
My friend, you're in Love.

 

 

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