The Origin of Will O’ The Wisp, 1891, Wikimedia Commons ‘The dews drop slowly and dreams gather;’ —W.B. Yeats Evening dew crystalline in winter cold under a pale moon Will she be here at first light, or does the dream die at dawn? for Jane […]
coffee in bed finishing the last lesson at sunrise first published in Haiku in the Workplace: Working From Home, THF, 2017
‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats pre-dawn sky her pale cold hand caressing my bloody cheek all the tears I cannot cry at my enemy’s mercy for Jane Dougherty’s a Month with Yeats: Day 17
From ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him and Longs for the End of the World’ ‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?’—W.B. Yeats white-tail doe her bent neck over crabgrass at sunset Where have all your fawns gone? Why […]
Morning Prayer BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 16TH NOVEMBER 2017 Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs folded on the zabuton. […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 