To clarify a possible confusion; the poetry on this blog is not ‘haiku’ but my own terse form.
‘haiku’ has a tradition, a long evolving form, which I do not attempt to match. Perhaps Basho is the greatest ‘haiku’ poet, perhaps Buson or even Issa?
I favour Santoka because his free form comes closest to life. In doing so it comes closest to my verse.
My attempts are an expression of the moment that is written; what is present right there to the senses and any stray fragments of thought.
Each poem is published with a photo (generally my own) reflecting something of the written moment.
Neither taking the photo nor writing the poetry requires effort and I hope no effort is required in reading these verses.
Thank you to all who take time to read and ‘like’ these poems, I hope they give something of the natural wonder of these forested hills through the seasons and thoughts that accompany them.