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#526 – December 2025

jpallen Nature Life December 21, 2025December 21, 2025december, haiku, winter 3 Comments

Color photograph of Steptoe butte on the Palouse on a misty day with a bare plowed hill in the foreground.

Steptoe butte/shrouded in the mist/of a wind blown

#525 – December 2025

jpallen Nature Life December 18, 2025December 18, 2025december, haiku, winter 8 Comments

Color photograph of a tree on the side of a gravel road, reflected in water rippled by the wind. Stones can be seen below the surface in the reflection of the tree.

the sound/of an old tree/settles on stone

#524 – December 2025

jpallen Nature Life December 14, 2025December 14, 2025december, haiku, winter 2 Comments

Color photograph of snow on Pineneedles lying on a gravel path.

snow gathers on pine/from behind the clouds/light of the moon

#523 – December 2025

jpallen Nature Life December 11, 2025December 11, 2025autumn, december, haibun, haiku, winter 2 Comments

I ran into a coworker I had not seen for while; I retired about a year ago. He was standing behind a table of canned and non-perishable goods in front of the grocery store. There were a few empty chairs and two full grocery carts. Because of the empty chairs, I asked, “Where are the kids? “He replied, “I’m covering the table for them while they are out getting lunch.’’ He proceeded to explain that they were collecting food to share with people in need.

Color photograph of a pile of wooden pallets, weathered, and grey, the edge of one pallet sticking out of the pile is painted blue.

piled high/weathered and grey/a patch of blue sky

#522 – December 2025

jpallen Nature Life December 7, 2025December 7, 2025autumn, december, haiku, winter 2 Comments

Color photograph of a blue heron standing in a field by a creek in the rain.

a haiku about snow?the moon? a blue heron and I/stand in the rain.

#521 – December 2025

jpallen Nature Life December 4, 2025December 4, 2025autumn, december, haiku, winter 4 Comments

“It is not that when spring draws to a close it becomes summer, or that when summer ends the autumn comes: spring itself, urges the summer to show itself; and even while the summer is still with us, the autumn is already intruding; and the chill of autumn becomes winter cold. In the tenth month, there is a spell of springlike weather. The grass turns green, the plum trees bud. With the falling of the leaves, too, it is not that the first leaves fall and then young shoots form; the leaves fall because the budding from underneath is too powerful to resist.”

–_{^{Excerpt from Essays in Idleness: The Tsurezuregusa of Kenko, #155 pages 137, 138.}}