Treasure Island

Mary Naylor

(12/17/33 / Chicago, Illinois)

Three Haiku


Coronation
(Haiku written by Mary Naylor July 18,2007

The butterfly drifts
In floating liquid shadows
Then crowns the thistle.

The Ancient Gardener
(Haiku by Mary Naylor July 18,2007

Carefully the old
One threw away the flowers
And gathered the weeds.

Unheard Symphony
(Haiku by Mary Naylor July 18,2007)
Quaking leaves whisper,
Bird’s trill soars, creek sobs, bees croon,
But who will listen?

Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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  • Alison Cassidy (11/8/2007 6:03:00 PM)

    These impeccable Haikus encapsulate their Japanese history. I have to agree with Leonard about the second one too - stunning! love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

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