Haiku

My Mountain
Solid, majestic,
just hazy purple outline
in white fog shrouded.

Winter Morning
‘Wake up sleepy-head’,
my parent hovers bedside -
warm covers torn off.

Snow
Quiet falling scene
lacy pearls from heaven sent,
create human slog.

Brothers
'Snag', parent grumble
I remain silent, humble,
the natives rumble.

Spring Rain
In hard drenching rain
I dance free without a care,
with my rubbers on.

Summer Wash
Billowing white folds,
careless cloth tossed in the wind,
nature’s own machine.

Chores
Saturday cartoons
end, the list now commences -
I’m Cinderella.

Victory Garden
Save the eggplant!  Pick
and watch beetles swim, sink, drown -
sudsy soap water.

Fall
Leaves down, harvest home,
savory stew on stovetop,
warm loud fire crackles.


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At age 10, I took a Poetry class and fell in love with the Haiku form (3 lines, 5-7-5 syllable pattern).  This is a sampling from the following years where just about every poem I wrote was Haiku.

Note: this poem is part of a collection, to read more please see: "poems from the past"  E: poems written as a child and teen .