October 18th 2017

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heart
····as cold as autumn—the cricket still
········sings
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October 13th 2017

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ankle
····deep in a brook’s leaves—a visiting blue
········heron
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The climate is changing. This morning I saw something new. After 70 and 80 degree days the grasses grow as if it were still summer, and yet we had a hard frost last night. This morning, out by the fire substation and on grasses white as snow, ran a riding mower. I mowed my yard later in the day.
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October 11th 2017

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squirrel
····racing over the power-line—the harvest
········moon!
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So, though not in its subject matter, this haiku deliberately tries to imitate some of the classic Japanese haiku. I’ve been reading some of the lesser known poets, whose best haiku, though fewer, are often just as memorable as those of a Basho or Buson. As with the masters, they’ll often contrast two ideas so disparate that one is struck by their inexplicable relationship. I’ve tried to reproduce that in the haiku above. The Japanese wouldn’t have used an exclamation point, but instead would have added emphasis via a cutting word.
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