Sunday, 25 February 2024

Eight Haiku/Senryu by Roberta Beach Jacobson

 



Eight Haiku/Senryu

 

 

winter wind . . .

snowflakes dance on unraked

leaves

 

 

snow

how quickly our footpath

disappears

 

 

deep in a forest

the smallest snowflakes

reach fairy doors

 

 

December

snow on maple branches

my white hair

 

 

dromedary morning car humps under snow

 

 

knee-deep snow . . .

jingle of Christmas cards

in the mail slot

 

 

on the prairie

never taking a snow day

bison

 

 

blizzard

not seeing the road

on my way home

 

 



Roberta Beach Jacobson is drawn to the magic of words–poetry, song lyrics, flash fiction, puzzles, and stand-up comedy. Her latest book is Demitasse Fiction: One-Minute Reads for Busy People (Alien Buddha Press, 2023).


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