Three Haiku: Sabbath Mindfulness


the drop of water
clings to the last maple leaf
both destined to fall

the soul of a man
clutches to his broken bones
for fear of nothing

upon the mountain
bare stones await the first snow
blanket of sheer grace

“at this temple
by the edge of the lake
I wait for the moon” ~ Momoko Kuroda


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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9 Responses to Three Haiku: Sabbath Mindfulness

  1. love these haiku – now try some without the syllable count…


  2. I agree with Maureen – as you see, the translation of Kuroda does not yield 5-7-5


  3. Cheryl Ruffing says:

    “Blanket of sheer grace” is a beautiful line.


  4. Thank you, Cheryl, for the gift of sheer grace . . .

    Liked by 1 person

  5. rivrvlogr says:

    Three facets of a single thought, each reaching a moment of contemplation at their apex.


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