All things reach... a terminal change.


gravity...
melting icicles drip
a river

__My "contrary" view of those things now deemed... indispensable. I certainly use my cell phone!


homeless soul
dozing on the city's bench
his ring tone

__Not a hawk, but a hawk came quickly to mind. Sometimes hawks seem to crawl through the air rather than fly, thus... from a photo at Devica's blog of 2/21/10, Moonlight. _m


nighthawk
crawls above a blooming moon
this air rises

Another... from last summer's scribble pad; the dove sips from a sun-struck rain pool.


this dove
kisses itself
a puddle

Again, looking ahead as winter begins to fade, a scribble from last summer.


a sip of wine
beneath the holly tree
this catbird

Anticipation, seeing that which isn't.

green
below the drift...
a fern

snow melt
streaks down this window
the cat's paw

Release.
__The final step, beyond all pain.
__A daughter, a sister, wife and mother... cousin and friend; this flower girl. A family's sadness at your leaving, but gladness... that you've entered your peaceful realm. For Sandi.

step beyond
this pain is left behind
remember

Saturday.
__Today, February the 13th, this Magyar-Haiku blog has become one year of age; some old friends, and so many new have added in my mind, to its surprising acceptance here!
__Now then, a self-important question has arisen within me and thus, a few days to silently ponder... and a glass of wine.
__This toast to you all, in thanks! _m

this infant
peers through his year old eyes
a smile

Pristine snow... .

new snow
paces of those that are...
not yet

This haiku from 2008, its explanation from moments ago. Perhaps, then, it has become a haibun. _m

__Soon to be... as days are longer, the sun warmer and the nights remain cold, this change of pressures causes the sap to flow. New buds will soon stand and redden, as they begin their swell toward the leaves of May.
__Shortly, the taps will be in the maples... the sugar of spring.

old trees
their life begins its flow
closer sun

A Cinquain of the moment, left as a comment at Talon's blog... here, slightly altered. _m


sunset
a silence ends
the bellow of this day
we travel to that quiet realm
welcomed

__I use the -moon- rarely, last night... its brightness was remarkable, and a herald of things to come. Phil, has seen his shadow.


light path
cuts through these frozen limbs
spring moon