Seasons In Decay — A Haiku Collection

past seasons recall passed sensations.

Seasons In Decay — A Haiku Collection

by Rasmus Rosenkrantz

Blue Sky, Emily Carr, 1936

Ouverture:

old man

tearing pages

from expired calendars

*

past seasons recall

passed sensations.

*

in the garden

stands a tree

from bygone eras

*

dead are the leaves

gone are the days.

*

the branches call

to the past—

no one listens

*

storms are gathering

tempests form in the distance.

*

thunder and lightning—

immense noise

infinite quiet

*

an open sky

exposed lilies.

*

old clockworks

moving defiantly

towards future days

*

clock strikes the hour—

no sound is made.

*

the man whispers

to the wind

in solitude

*

his secret is kept

til fall comes.

Winter Landscape by Vassily Kandinsky, 1909

Winter dew

tears of dew

falling from winter grass—

a premature spring.

*

snowflakes in May—

a wet gush

lingering in the wind.

*

dead flowers resurrecting—

a barren land

breathing too early—again.

*

daffodils and crocus

disintegrating simultaneously

in the endless summer.

*

white gardens

hide the colours

of spring.

*

the trees and the wind

have been speaking—

a change lurks.

*

scared squirrels

hiding in the trees—

remnants of winter.

*

evergreen leaves

no longer flowing—

the still air.

*

young tulips

greet the old jasmine—

a blooming season.

"Sunlight and Shadow: The Newbury Marshes by Martin Johnson Heade, 1875

Intermezzo

dead seeds

now fermenting

in cold earth

*

empty forests—

hid trees.

*

wet earth

no longer inviting

any life

*

dormant plants—

starved bees.

*

snow carcasses

scattered across

hostile lands

*

choked wind—

hot airwaves.

*

highly peaking

landscapes sinking

into the ground

*

waters rising

spirits floating down.

Kumoi-Zakura (Kumoi Cherry Trees) by Hiroshi Yoshida, 1920

Spring Light

setting sun

on young beech—

shivering leaves.

*

green grass

and yellow crops—

sunday sunrise.

*

carried by the wind

going nowhere —

folioles swaying.

*

dawn delayed—

the lingering sun

of yesterday.

*

whispers reach

remote trees

in abandoned fields.

*

birds flying

into the summer

of endless nights.

*

smoke rising

from the forest—

fear of August.

*

nocturnal spirits

flee from the

decaying light.

*

sun and moon—

a dance macabre

in twilight.

*

children playing

from dusk til dawn—

illuminated evenings.

Tahitian Landscape by Paul Gauguin, 1891

Summer Air

a desolate oak

silently pleading—

dreams of fall.

*

ghost particles —

branches disappearing

into the barren field.

*

forest sun

no longer keeping

any company.

*

an abandoned house

discovered by the burning

light of night.

*

dogwood groves

solemnly howling

as summer ends.

*

submerged again

into murky waters—

a flourishing autumn.

*

half colours

slowly dyeing—

new coat of paint.

*

hot air lingering

on cold leaves—

memories of summer.

Autumn Boulevard, Paris by Childe Hassam, 1886

Autumn Snow

wet air—

snowflakes melting

as they fall.

*

full moon

shining on white

signs of winter.

*

the trees

have been whispering—

a cold lurks.

*

dead leaves

buried beneath

layers of snow.

*

deep indentations

in the woods—

angels of autumn.

*

white beech

already sleeping—

winter fatigue.

*

blowing wind

brushing away

the emerging season.

Hunters in the Snow by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1565

Coda

ghosts wandering

the empty streets—

spirits float

*

upwards into infinity—

hollow light

*

twilight's the curtain

calling from morning

of early dreams

*

sleep without wake

endless days

*

day and night

banishing the minutes

and the hours

*

sandcorns running out

into the sea

*

waves carrying

still sleeping bodies—

midnight conjurers

*

an esoteric moon

posseses the starlight

*

explosions of light—

an infinite timeline—

endless winter

*

deathless transition

into the void

*

seasons in decay—

the sun shining

in vain

*

dark airwaves

overflowing at night

*

dormant shadows shelter

the tired last breaths

of dying backwoods

*

slow death leaves a

lasting memory of pain.

Winterlandschaft by Caspar David Friedrich, 1811

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