#1050 (#182)

cup on saucer placed

that familiar dull chink

relaxed with new tea 

#1049 (#181)

if the woodpecker 

sees you pick the peonies

it will take your eyes

#1048 (#180)

avoiding the heat

but not the cold moths enjoy 

summer's nighttime air

#1047 (#179)

the breeze blowing through

the summer meadow brings peace

to a busy mind

#1046 (#178)

starting the cycle

of opening windows to

shepherd hot air out

#1045 (#177)

barley autumn peace:

the quiet before the storm

of the harvest time.

#1044 (#176)

young maple leaves glow

at the start of their journey

from branch to the earth

#1043 (#175)

everyone stock still 

as the kingfisher waiting

for its meal to come

#1042 (#174)

only place to be

under the shade of a tree

just a book and me

#1041

"no sides - - -"

he left a pause, let it sink,

"we work together."

#1040 (#173)

those showers of blobs

that come from nowhere at all:

plum rain fits it well.

#1039 (#172)

the path carpeted

with fallen bamboo leaves a

temporary home

#38

the dandelion:

time piece and love predictor?

all in just one plant?

no, the latter is daisies -

i can’t just ignore that now.

#1038 (#171)

hototogisu!

the cries heard across the town

as lovers depart.

#1037

in the swimming hall

surprised to still be in gloom

when half way through June

#1036 (#170)

barriers put up

by those who do not wish to

breathe the fragrant breeze

#1035 (#169)

we escaped the rain,

(it was biblical) and found

a rearview rainbow.

#1034 (#168)

the myriad green

becomes, in this wet weather,

a pathway to dreams.

#1033 (#167)

the evening clinking

of moths attracted to lights

and bumping the bulbs

#1033 (#166)

short night, early morn - 

wake at the first sight of light

and rise with the dawn

#1032 (#165)

the stink of lilies.

why does something so vile

equal purity?

#1031 (#164)

the temple of cool

that is a summer grove

full of light and shade

#1030 (#163)

the blossoms cleared out,

the leafing cherry turns green

and we all calm down.

#1029

the handsome foxes

of the animal highway 

are always dressed up

#1028 (#162)

that one fly flying

that won’t fly out the window

despite all your help

#1027

eyes of haiku blue

reading what I wrote for them

…

and then they react…

#1026 (#161)

her hope blown away,

the new buds of a burned, hollow,

phoenix tree give life.

#1025 (what i remember)

the squirrel rising

the screams of the witnesses

the car not caring

#1024 (#160)

fallen bamboo leaves

creating a new carpet

that crunches crisply

#1023

peonies and koi,

lions, tigers and dragons

flashing past in droves

#1022 (#159)

flighty fawns fumble 

their way across bumpy ground,

learning with each step.

#1021

wind in the verdure:

trees greet their bird visitors

while whispering

#1020 (#158)

crossing the road to

the shady side of the street

and reach its relief 

#1019

city butterflies

glide over concrete forests

yet eat the whole world

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Written for the Tricycle April 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, butterfly.  I also cheated a bit this time and entered two previously written: #877 and #913 (#080).

#1018 (#157)

waiting patiently

my net spread out like a weir

watching the stream flow

#1017 (#156)

the movement of leaves, 

the changes in the colour -

wind in the verdure.

#1016 (#155)

the manly flower,

tattooed on his forearms the

peonies shone bright

#1015 (#154)

first night in Japan,

first seared bonito in the

land of lights and dreams

#1014 (#153)

still mostly in long

trousers - a slow start to the

switching of clothing