Mountain Mist Haibun*

I was travelling back from Banner Elk in North Carolina to Washington, to catch or flight back to the UK, after my brothers wedding. We were driving over the Blue Park Ridgeway, high up, after heavy rain. The mist was hanging in the air and we could barely see 10 feet in front of us.

mist thick in the air,
traffic lights
come out of the gloom

*A Haibun is a short autobiographical narrative that accompanies and sets up the haiku.

Haiku whilst sitting in zazen

right Now,
expands to infinity
before me.

Haiku 10th April

flash and bang
rain falls like bullets
the thunderstorm has arrived.

Haiku 5th April

Clouds black, wind gusts
Silence
The thunderstorm is coming.

Haiku 27th March

ice, cold.
flowers still in bud
winter clings.

My favourite Haiku by Gary Snyder

this present moment
that lives on
to become

long ago...

Haiku 20th March

Saw my first cherry blossom
Spring is pink!

Haiku 7th March

the rain falls straight down
ripples in the puddles,
my shoes are wet through!

Haiku 5th March

caught out in a snow shower,
it tasted
metallic