Christian Bixler

Christian Bixler Feb 2017

Butterfly, green as
leaves in springtime, fluttering--
sound, heart's chords.

Sight of a green butterfly twirling on the currents of the air. I watched it so for as long as it remained in my sight. Then I went and wrote this verse.

#love #peace #beauty #joy

Christian Bixler Feb 2017

Haiku no. 16

Along the lake
refuse floats at waters edge;
yet still birds sing.

There is much so, for which we may weep; yet there remains still light.

#peace #acceptance #determination #consolation

Christian Bixler Feb 2017

Haiku no. 15

Birdsong
dew clings to grasses edge--
wind breaks the stillness.

Written so, throughout the course of an hour, more or less; but I think now it is good.

#peace #beauty #acceptance #stillness

Christian Bixler Feb 2017

Haiku no. 14

Hush! there
the silence stirs, flutters--
is so again.
And in the early
mornings air we hear-- again
the sparrow's song.

Two haiku, presented flush together; so portraying the sounds of the morning, when I can get my friends to hush.

#love #peace #silence #joy #exasperation

Feb 2017

Matsuo Bashō

Wrapping the rice cakes

Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair.

Feb 2017

Matsuo Bashō

the pine tree of Shiogoshi

The pine tree of Shiogoshi
Trickles all night long
Shiny drops of moonlight.

Christian Bixler Feb 2017

Haiku no. 13

See, below the hill
trees sway in even's breath
red poppies underfoot.

A beautiful scene, seen long ago, when flowers still grew wild on my fathers land.

#peace #acceptance #reminiscence