Autumn – Winter Haiku

I was out in my yard one morning and heard the faint strains of reveille.  Sometimes the wind carries it over from the East Range. It is one of those songs from early in my life when I was in the service.  So I wrote the following,

Cool Autumn morning

Bugle call faintly heard

Recalls past life.

eyk 11/15/2024

I wrote this about a year or two ago when the Red Hill water clean up was on going.  Stuck in traffic on the H-1 Viaduct, I would always look at Halawa Stream, which was usually a meandering, weed clogged, stream.  During the clean up though, it seemed that the flow became stronger, almost as if Red Hill was weeping.  Maybe it was just the seasonal flow.  So I wrote the following:

Gentle Halawa,

Once meandering but now

Flowing bitter tears.

eyk 2023.

In Mililani, the Gold Trees which line the roads in our area are trimmed every 3 or so years.  The tree branches are ALL cut off and basically just the trunk with a few bare branch stumps remain.  But, I noticed, hurrah!, that life springs still anew.  So I wrote this last week.

Limbless and bare,

Trees once shorn of branches,

Stumps now sprouting leaves

eyk 11/22/2024