Denis M. Garrison Reads A Selection Of His Haiku
spring forest
bare branches and blossoms
that awkward time
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
plowed fields—
an irrigator sends up
drifting rainbows
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
hidden river
the willows cannot help
but tell
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
frosted maples
blush in the heat
silent sunrise
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
deep night
the barred owl talks
to the moon
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
October rain—
the boulevard paved
in red and gold
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
dangling my feet
in this river once again
a turn of the wheel
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
in fading daylight
farmhands in silhouette
the fragrant hay bales
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
velvet black night
pulsing with frog song
and fireflies
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
ceaseless creaking—
the dry woods moan
in the night wind
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
all day
trickling snow melt—
noisy teapot for company
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
shifting its weight
lake ice booms in the night
the owls applaud
Hidden River by Denis Garrison
sparrows gather
within blue gray smoke
chestnut fragrance
Eight Shades of Blue, Denis Garrison
bits of trellis
deep within its coils—
grandfather's vine
Eight Shades of Blue, Denis Garrison
a tramp in my field
gazes at migrating geese—
so homeless and free
Eight Shades of Blue, Denis Garrison