Senryu Poems

Harder than the


next one is


this life.





variously named


are just smoke.



Sometime anger


makes the face


a work of art.



Courtesy of Senryu Poems of the People by J.C. Brown


Haiku from Akita

deep autumn

no ambivalence any more

a red maple leaf

resting on the bamboo grass

…it may be hard to leave



at midday

a shaft of sunlight in Mato Park

slipping into my timetable

while I wait freewheelingly



sparse ripe persimmons at twigs

float and brighten in air


the rising morning sun…

the desolate winter fields



a dazzling memory

everything fading away

as time passes

I look back and sigh

wishing you all the best


Courtesy of Akita International Haiku Network



Respect is given for all beings placed upon the earth by the Creator.

Respect is given to all our elders, who are rich in wisdom.

Respect one’s privacy, thoughts, and wishes.

Respect human siblings by only speaking of their good qualities.

Respect one’s personal space and belongings

Respect another’s spiritual path and do not judge their choices

Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, and beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in service of the people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and bow to no one.


— Tecumseh, Shawnee, 1768-1813

From 365 Days of Walking the Red Road: The Native American Path to Leading a Spiritual Life Every Day

Terri Jean

Fall Haiku

yellow sun–


a baobab tree


on my to do list


–Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo (The Hague)



solstice sunrise


the leaves of a cypress


begin to dance


–Lucy Whitehead (Essex, U.K.)



country music


I dance in the clothes


of my ancestors


–Slobodan Pupovac (Zagreb, Croatia)



Moon festival


whispering to myself


in a foreign language


–Agus Maulana Sunjaya (Indonesia)




Autumn equinox–


a seesaw keeps its balance


unaware in the park


–Teiichi Suzuki (Osaka)



mosquito net–


tonight I hunt for


the stars


–Ana Drobot (Bucharest, Romania)



Courtesy of Asahi Haikuist Network/David McMurray


Haiku of Nobuko Katsura

the first day in spring –

a wind from the ocean

but no ocean in sight


wild geese –

between their cries, a slice

of silence


Christmas –

this sadness of being a wife

when did I first feel it?


wake up

in cherry blossom

white midday


the woman at high noon

untiringly watches

a distant fire

Nobuko Katsura was born Noboko Niwa in Osaka in 1914. She learned haiku from poet Sojo Hino, editor of the ‘Kikan’ (The flagship). Afterwards she founded the Marumero (Quince) haiku group with Kenkichi Kusumoto. During WWII, as planes bombed her house, she gathered her haiku works and fled the fire. Nobuko often wrote haiku about women and their everyday lives. She was a former editor of the Modern Haiku Association of Japan.


Take What You Need, Leave the Rest Be

There is nothing placed on this Earth that deserves to be destroyed or wasted for human

convenience. To destroy tree and leave them unused simply because they blocked the view

of a garden, or to kill animals only for their fur, is not a rightful way to share the world with

another. To waste and discard something due to your own selfishness is an act that goes

against the Creator, and strays you from the Red Road.


Now tell me one little thing if thou has any sense:

Which of these two is the wisest and happiest – he who labours without ceasing and only

obtains, and that with great trouble, enough to live on, or he who rests in comfort and finds

all he needs in the pleasure of hunting and fishing?

– Gaspesian Chief


365 Days of Walking the Red Road

Terri Jean

Chiyo-ni (1703 – 1775

Chiyo-ni writings were influenced by Matsuo Basho. “One with nature” is Chiyo-ni style and she was immersed with it.


ah butterfly–

what are you dreaming

working your wings?


a single spider’s thread


ties the duckweed


to the shore


hands drop


all things on the ground – the clear water


on the road


today’s rain

the seed for clear water


when dropped

it is only water–rouge flower dew


Courtesy of Patricia Donegan and Simply Haiku