Category: poems

When it is right, it feels right, if not all the time, at all the right times. —Red Leaf Haiku by ©…

When it is right, it 

feels right, if not all the time, 

at all the right times. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

There is nothing to think about. There is nothing to do all the time. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John…

There is nothing to 

think about. There is nothing 

to do all the time. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

As a fraction of what I know there is to know, I know ever less. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark…

As a fraction of 

what I know there is to know, 

I know ever less. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Of metal or wood, by wind, water or fire, the prayer wheel turns the same. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John…

Of metal or wood, 

by wind, water or fire, the 

prayer wheel turns the same. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Where did they end, those glimmering shafts that shone from crests of newfound grass? —Red Leaf…

Where did they end, those 

glimmering shafts that shone from 

crests of newfound grass? 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

From all around the chipped yak skull, a litany of wildflowers springs. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John…

From all around the 

chipped yak skull, a litany 

of wildflowers springs. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Contrail cascades light up the sky once translation has been cast aside. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John…

Contrail cascades light 

up the sky once translation 

has been cast aside. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

When did they end, those glimmering shafts that shone from crests of newfound grass? —Red Leaf Haiku…

When did they end, those 

glimmering shafts that shone from 

crests of newfound grass? 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Cascades of contrails light the sky once translation has been left behind. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John…

Cascades of contrails 

light the sky once translation 

has been left behind. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Each molecule of loathing comprises at least one atom of fear. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark…

Each molecule of 

loathing comprises at least 

one atom of fear. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer