B. C. Haiku Gallery

 “British Columbia . . . If I had known what it was like, I wouldn’t have been content with a mere visit.  I’d have been born here.”

- Stephen Leacock
 

The poems published here celebrate both the natural beauty and everyday life of British Columbia.  This page is open to both pacifi-kana members and other haiku poets.  Those wishing to submit to this page are asked to send no more than five haiku at a time to Edward Zuk at edwardzuk@hotmail.com.  Previously published haiku are welcome.

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pasture fence
the plum tree’s fruit
falls on either side

- Melissa Dixon
 

bara no kyokusen o mite iru  mimai kamoshirenu    - Kimiko Itami

Gazing at the convoluted lines of rose petals – falling into the vortex - tr. Nagiko Iwata & Catherine Yamamoto

 
suspension bridge –
a feather’s slow spiral
to the ground

            - Carole MacRury

 

the heron
striking its own reflection
shallow water

           - Naomi Beth Wakan



moss-hung trees
a deer moves into
the hunter’s silence

            - Winona Baker

 

bankuuba wa                                        Rain, rain
ame ame                                             and more rain in Vancouver
sungurasu fuseta mama                         the untouched sunglasses

           - Mikihiko Itami                                        - tr. Nagiko Iwata
                                                                                          & Catherine Yamamoto

 

    after Anarchist Mountain
layered rocks     layered rocks
              layered rocks

            - Ava Kar

 

a fish-boat’s motor
clatters into silence
  misty peninsula

            - Melissa Dixon

 

A breeze off the strait
my skin, nose, tongue
say salt

               - Winifred Jaeger

 

the park
  emptied of tourists
  leaves on water

            - Naomi Beth Wakan
 

chrysanthemums
at the edge of the garden -
some whole some broken

         - Allan Brown

dark bamboo -
the lark's song
deeper in shadow

             - Ross Figgins

wind chime or door bell?
just one ring and silence
comes to visit

   - Richard Stevenson

 

summer’s end . . .
the staggered heights
of black umbrellas

             - Alice Frampton

 

      An empty beach . . .
  the moon lights a pathway
              to itself

            - Edward Zuk

 

in the pocket
of his woodshed coveralls
a nest of deer mice

              - Winona Baker

 

first day of fall
carving three initials
on a dead tree

            - Richard Arnold

 

old forest –
the scent of rotting leaves
fills the silence

         - Dimitar Anakiev

 

snow geese
wave after wave
sunlit

            - elehna de sousa

 

snow-silenced town
then the stillness broken
whistle of a train

     - Winona Baker

 

into the moon’s light
skytrain
leaving the night city

         - anne mckay

 

  A white cat stalks
over the barren field –
   the winter moon

         - Edward Zuk

 

snowflakes fill
the eye of the eagle
fallen totem pole

        - Winona Baker