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