Beating Down
the scent of fresh rain
pierces my window
at three in the morning
I’m leaning into a more naturalistic form of haiku, one that feels less like a construction of rules and more like a quote or a saying, captured from an invisible author. A haiku is a snapshot of a specific moment in time so I like to think this current batch of haiku are snapshots of reactions to those moments.
Also, if you’re reading this you should probably also read the works of Clem Byard. They write excellent haiku and haibun about Australian culture and scenery, so be sure to check them out!