More Haiku from The Lily & The Aster

Here’s another chance to get a look at more haiku from The Lily & The Aster:

Drunk on the scent of

The aster, the butterfly takes

Flight—dizzily.

Shades of summer

In the bright morning sky—

A gaggle of geese.

Through the locked gate,

Orange day lilies

Pierce the night.

Haiku Checklist

The following link is useful if you plan on trying your hand at writing a haiku. Actually, it is called the "Haiku Checklist." It is a list that includes some helpful reminders of the key components of haiku writing. It is a great aid if you are new to haiku writing or are a veteran. I found this link by way of The Haiku Society of America. The group plays an active role in educating the haiku writing communitiy. In fact, it organizes and sponsors events for National Haiku Writing Month, including a daily word prompt on Facebook and Twitter.

Click here for the link to the "Haiku Checklist".

A Sampling of the Haiku & Photography from The Lily & The Aster

You will be happy to learn that my book is nearing the date of publication. I received the first proof several weeks ago. And while we are still working through the proof, the official projected date of publication is April 7, 2012, if not sooner. I am so excited!

But, before that happens, I'd like to share more of my book with you. This time a pairing of photography and haiku. First, a pairing from the chapter known as, 'These Autumn Days:"

                                                           The world holds

                                                           Its breath as summer

                                                           Passes away.

Next, some of my photography and haiku from the chapter called "Spring's Silence:"

                                                         Such a delicate

                                                         Silence, while daffodils

                                                         Blossom.

                               Finally, a pairing from a chapter called "Harvest:"

                                                          The smell of fresh

                                                          Summer tomato lingered

                                                          On her salty breath.