13 Haiku Poem by Richard St. Clair

stopping forbidden
by the side of the turnpike:
heron's nesting pond


In the chilling wind
gently pricking my eyelids
the frozen spring mist


pigeons standing still...
their heads bobbing right and left
in early spring sun


cloudy winter sky-
circling seagulls snapped away
by a sudden gust


railroad station pit:
suspended in an updraft
a dead leaf twitches


scent of hyacinths-
gentle talk in therapy
by the flower pot


Bach prelude and fugue
heard in the grassy churchyard-
robin pecks for worms


autumn graveyard mist...
sparrow atop the gravestone
eyes me then flies off


gusting winter wind...
small buddha in the front yard
scarf around his neck


through weeping willows
a sharp distant cry - is it
a bird or baby?


bitter cold midnight...
someone rifling through the trash
for bottles and cans


summer butterfly
flitting across my path and
into the dark woods


lightly falling snow
in the road a crow pecking
at a mashed pumpkin