blue taiga frozen
like posing for a photo
a purple frame
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harmaa metsä
sinisen taivaan alla
purppurareunus
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Haiku Collection Vol. III
dried oak leaves
history book in the park
I leaf through it
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fell follows fell
framed by frosty forest
arctic freeze
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a snowflake drifting
the elegance of a swan
cast into ice
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blizzard disappeared
a world of white remains
the views revived
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trying to tune
to the frequency of spring
winter plays on
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February evening
sun and moon meet briefly
to swap gossip
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the imprints blow
the cover on walker's tails
hare and magpie!
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treading the meadow
carefully not to produce
broken petals
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sunset by the sea
mother nature's paintbrush
dipped in orange
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footprints chained
in the afternoon sun
snow painted purple
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swans' glamour
disappearing head or not
the grace remains
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an empty moment
ducks hang in the air
over clear water
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reindeer and tree maze
nowhere to go but away
from the mosquitoes
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more rain coming down
my hope of more snow still lives
but it's stopped breathing
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lapwing's flight
like a pen's path in the sky
bird and poet bond
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twenty-five below
winter shouts its presence
muffled by logfire
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weary goldeneye
meets cacophony of ducks
on a blue canvas
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blue heaves away grey
the sun pushes out the clouds
spring finds its voice
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feeling the view
smell of spring up on the fell
curvaceous earth
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a single leaf
oak tree but a memory
nestles in a pond
---
crow caws
like a rough-hewn blackbird
out of tune
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the spring has a sprint
winter reduced to hobble
on melting snow
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raining on snow
like strong alkali and acid
carnage created
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snow-clad birches
flakes floating from above
everything stops
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core of the winter
with its trusted cure-all
a sunny day
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dry oak leaves
like a book in the park
grounded history
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city at midnight
a forest of lights
woken up by moon
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a blue moment
punctuated with white
swans pass by
---
hunker down
under a wild spruce tree
create your haven
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swimming upstream
swans know not to compete
pace yourself
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special offer
a real sliver of blue sky
framed in silver
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pink meets blues
the most beautiful sunset
deserves a trophy
---
willow profesies
early buds on wren's branch
a sunlit perch
---
unrivalled blues
cloud framed February sky
the sun crawls through
---
mass of grey clouds
yet hinting of days to come
a blue bonnet
---
hedge at four AM
blackbird singing its heart out
no modesty
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beachcombing moment
the ocean's locks dyed blue
sky brushed gold
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Haiku Collection / Kokoelma Vol. II
Collection of haiku, Vol. II
Kokoelma haikuja, Vol. II
This is a bonus post, a collection of my haiku.
Most of them have been published on Twitter by my tweeting presence @haikuinen. Feel free to follow me on Twitter. :)
angel of the spring
the first returning skylark
lands on melting snow
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fresh cut basil
a Naples restaurant table
conjured up by smell
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the sun peeks gently
low over the horizon
won't offend winter
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swans gone for a day
yet they return without fail
mysterious ways
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the magic of dawn
makes me a believer
in a round earth
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freshly baked bread
eaten by sunny window
the doorbell rings
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the sun tries to find
the frequency of summer
winter triumphs
---
rapid pace of life
just time to see each other
the buzzards' spring
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the dark doves of soul
whitewashed by the morning sun
albatrosses glide
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sun's warmth conjures up
scent of freshly fallen snow
wren's song approves
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barn owl in the night
does not see its own feet
hears everything
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still some swans remain
forty below in Lapland
the believers
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walk in the woods
see the light come and go
fence with the sunset
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the snowflakes descend
wearing an innocent look
kidnapped sunshine
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the rain coming down
so hard the timbers shake
old oak floor
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snail on a tin roof
even the lightest rain will
destroy the silence
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January freeze
in need of an opponent
February?
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tough, solid ice
its tensile strength destroyed
by mere warmth
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last rays of the day
in need of a safe haven
land on my eyes
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black and green
intertwine in the sky
stratospheric show
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in their crowded nest
blackbird chicks twittering
is mum coming back?
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everything done
the sun pulls the horizon
over its head
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Haiku are poems structured roughly thus:
three lines, first line five syllables, second line seven syllables
and third line five syllables. They usually deal with nature and (can) include
several different 'quirks' to make them... well... haiku!
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