Haikuism

wandering these streets—
the heart remembers the way
it once loved before

by Sugarplumwine on Haikuism

Rock, snow, evergreen–
the evenness of time
in remote mountains

(by Sugarplumwine on Haikuism)

churning maw of white–
our memories plunging deep,
emerging downstream

(by Ry Beville on Haikuism)

old dripping gutters—
a chorus of metronomes
to night’s slow music

by Ry Beville

phone booth in redwoods,
long ago E.T. left us
to our destruction.

(by Ry Beville on Haikuism)