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SPRING Celestial

A Dictionary of Haiku
Jane Reichhold

air

fibers
so fine mornings
green the air

before it comes
the knowing of rain
in the air

sea air
each cell fills
with salt water

morning air
tightly rolled
in her curlers

breeze

morning breeze
in the flooded river saying
"find a spring green stone"

morning breeze
coming in the window
surf sounds

clouds

clouds
the sky divided
into puddles

waves
churning up high
clouds

clouds
touching the sea
with rain

free to fly
some of the ocean
in wind-driven colors

wispy clouds
splashed across the sky
sea foam

a point of land
breaking through the clouds
sunshine

pines
under great white mountains
clouds

changing forms
all around the Buddha
clouds in a blue sky

clouds
flooding the river
with spring

spring cloud melt
flooding river willows
green leaves

journeying
spring clouds blow over
packed suitcases

rolling down
rounded ridges
rain clouds

a cloudy day
the silky softness
of fresh-washed hair

spring winds
between the tops of bent grass
bottoms of clouds

silence
in high winds a cloud
turns around

wispy clouds
a white-water view
of the sky

fog

the pyramid
morning fog and sun
slanted by redwoods

treetops green
leaving in fog
clean blue

a winter heart
flying into spring
low clouds and fog

sunrise
pouring into the valley
fog

cliff side
the edge of fog
bright green

step by step
a hole in the fog
walking away

moon radiance
filling the river valley
fog

sea fog
darken the trampled grass
beach path at dawn

hail

on the green hill
piles of dark clouds
full of hailstones

after lovemaking
hail falls between us
she buttons her blouse

hazy moon

a hazy moon
pinpointed by the lights
of fishing boats

light

silence
wafted by light
many colors

a range of light
morning colors flow
out of the high Sierras

morning light
the sound of waves
on your sleeping face

without lights
the brightness of a blue sky
full of stars

dawn's faint hour
squeezes in heart-run veins
light in every limb

light touching
where only rain goes
trespassing

tides
light comes and goes
as ocean

first light
the cove still dark
with low tide

dawn light
rocks and water
full of fire

wings of dawn
birds unfolding
the light

the dark moon
pulls out of the ridge
morning light

stars bend down
morning seas light
dawn

ocean so wide
and weighty
yet dancing with light

sunrise
out of two feet comes eight
foot long shadows

crack of dawn
the thin line
of birds peeping

curving an ember
of a not space place
crack of dawn

morning waves
to burnished water
a radiance

ancient cypress
leaning over the light
at sunrise

lingering cold

morning bright
meets cabin cold
on quilted mountains

as is the dark
without the sound of rain
the room grows cold

April weather
all the changes
leave us cold

spring presses
cold into shadow
shapes

curve of the sea
cupping her breasts
cold hands

still cold
spoons in the sandbox
all empty

 

long day

shining glass
of unlit kerosene lamps
this long evening

expanding the warmth
the yellow flowers
of longer days

old snow
soften by bird song
a longer day

a long day
unfolding rock crevices
with light

the long day
holding my eyes
against the sky

morning

rocks give way
morning light rolls over
eastern peaks

morning
drawing lines on the sea
one for the horizon

morning
wetted by the light splash
of small waves

morning
side of the mountain
awake

early morning
the weight of paper
waiting for poems

ocean terrace
lifting to the north-born fog
morning

morning light
dreams climb the dark wall
of the obelisk

yawning
sea fog in the valley
rolls into morning

morning sun
pulled over the ridge
by sleepy eyes

morning sun
coming down the cliff
the ocean night

morning fire
blazed forth at last
sun through the fog

moon

a morning moon
your face in sleep
turned to the wall

a calm sea
refusing to accept
the morning moon

balanced at dawn
a full moon slides into the sea
without ripples

too perfect
the day moon rises
from snow-capped peaks

wild surf
tears in the night
a tender new moon

morning
a touch of sea waves
and the moon melts

mist

sea light
filling the valleys
with mist

moving against mist
crumbles from the cliff
stream down

pink misty mountains
gather between the peaks
the rising sun

morning mist
filling the spaces
of night birds

lacking a redness
the gray mist of morning
not yet an argument

mists
leaving the lake
high

fire angels
river mists at dawn
manifest

ocean roar
at the open window
a breath of mist

mist
softens the hills
incoming waves

passing of spring

passing of spring
water trickles over rock
into the koi pond

rain

a wooden gate
the sky begins to crumble
the upright posts

narrow brook
in pouring rain
the smallness

rain
falling in the brook
once again

salt shaker
in dawn's pearly light
the pouring rain

in this rain my house
a stone in the stream
I a female fossil

March rains
filling the zodiac
with fish

running from the hill
the haste of rain water
in twisted paths

tops of waves
on mountain ridges
rain

such a rain!
changing into
a clean nightgown

falling
with the rain
into bed

rain
coming to the wakeful
sleep sounds

waves
wind flowing over mountains
in rain

a sound falling
in the night bird feathers
spring rain

falling
the amount of rain
in a haiku

sky waters
young between trees
on a high wind

spring rain
the night sound
of bird feathers

after the storm
a thing in the dark
somewhere drips

rain clouds
the tide turns
small ripples

a rippled pool
a rain cloud falling
into the sea

raindrops

round puddle
in spaces between raindrops
circles

edge of the roof
raindrops dripping off
seconds of the night

raindrops
drowning in the pool
rings as tombs

raindrops
wetting rocks dried
by low tide

rainbow

spindrift
the setting sun
in a rainbow

segments
morning rainbows
in a wet net

clouds
drifting into sea foam
rainbows

rainbridge
crossing the river
rainbow

showers

after a shower
stars also shine
brighter

May showers
the wind so gentle
rain is round

April showers
your sticky diamonds
dry on my leg

a white wave breaks
in the death of tumult
a rainbow

sky

morning faces
ocean and sky
soften pink


waves breaking
a paler blue washes
across the sky

line of mountains
stretching the eye
a clear sky

snow

for the maiden dance
light fluffy flakes
of April snow

snow mixing
my breath
with spring

stars

a morning moon
nearly touching Venus
with my finger

darkness
dawn light enters
filled with stars

faithful 'till sunrise
of all the heavenly lights
only the morning star

morning stars
alone with me
the beach

morning stars
the call of the sea
over the dunes

in the morning sun
thousands of night stars
still in the dew

still a few stars
as if they will stay
all morning

in the marrow
of my own bones
a morning star

forest clearing
a circle of stars
spinning out

sunshine

sunshine
making light of it
salt water wave

opening the cave
the morning sun
slips in

filling the bay
an incoming tide
of sunshine

silence
in a rain shower
sunshine

in spring sunshine
around the granite stones
spaces green

sunlight
in a slurp of coffee
Sunday morning

on the far ridge
an arch of fire burns
into Sunday

morning sun
creeping from up to down
in the sleeping holes

 

sunrise

sunrise
coming thru the mountain pass
a yellow line

ocean sunrise
the colors of a grandson
running on the beach

sunrise
slipping into view
bird songs

the sun rises
petting a yellow cat
with warmth

walking east
drawn to that place
the sun rises

sun rise
giving me a new name
and a shadow

Vernal Equinox

first day of spring
on the calendar
by the snowy window

rising from earth
the spring equinox moon
grows round

desert springs hot tub
the canyon rim warms
with spring's first dawn

spring equinox
fitting into winter
a saucer and cup

double helix
earth hangs
in a woven net

wind

coming inside
spring wind has filled
my pockets with cold

wind
rubbing the lake
the wrong way

sea winds
smells diluted by distance
flow thin as light

lace curtains
whipped by spring winds
billows of clouds

cloud wind
blowing colors in and out
of the ocean

high winds
memories
of flight

stars bend down
into the wind of whitecaps
morning light

no trespassing sign
torn down by spring winds
the open sky road

a south wind
ironing work shirts on the line
at thirty knots an hour

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