Rain at Dawn

      a kasen renku coordinated by Hal Roth

 

First published in Frogpond 17:1, Spring 1994, pages 33–36. I’m forgetting the complete details of how this renku was composed, but I know it was written at least partly through postal mail, and I believe partly at a meeting of the Haiku Poets of Northern California and at an Asilomar haiku retreat with the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society (both meetings probably in 1993). Hal Roth received the renku periodically and shepherded it on to its next destination.

 

 

rain at dawn

a deer hunter’s orange coat

shines through the trees                                              Hal Roth

 

        a sharp hoofprint in moss

        at the edge of the meadow                                Elizabeth Searle Lamb

 

letter read,

he holds it, tense,

and rereads it                                                                    Hiroaki Sato

 

        washing the child’s feet

        she finds a sliver                                                       Terri Lee Grell

 

through the crescent moon

on the outhouse door,

moonlight                                                                           Jerry Kilbride

 

        unlocking my diary—

        pungent eucalyptus leaves                                  Ebba Story

 

 

 

winter wind—

the rusted weathervane

still points west                                                                 Michael Dylan Welch

 

        under the patchwork

        kneading my toes in the cat’s fur                      Kimberly Cortner

 

dark still—

a neighbor’s rooster, again

recalling the dream                                                         Christopher Herold

 

        on the tip of my tongue

        name of that man who passed                          L. A. Davidson

 

the infant’s grave

a forgotten memento

reflects the sun                                                                Hiroaki Sato

 

        on the dry sink

        his wedding ring encircles mine                         Sandy Roth

 

mushrooms

in this magic place—

and dancing                                                                        Elizabeth Searle Lamb

 

        clams eaten, her nude

        body, the moon, fogged                                       Hiroaki Sato

 

dressed to kill

she sits on a tack

for the lie detector                                                          Terri Lee Grell

 

        hell’s angels cross a faultline

        south out of salinas                                                 Jerry Kilbride

 

to the pacific

dunes carry

buckwheat flowers                                                         Lequita Vance

 

        hazy sky—

        the white sound of crashing surf                       Michael Dylan Welch

 

 

 

batik brush

black seeps in the crack

in cold wax                                                                          Jane Reichhold

 

        sand dabs frolicking

        to an unheard melody                                           Pat Shelley

 

on a nearby hill

teenagers meditating

near the autumn sea                                                      Jerry Ball

 

        gold leaf peels from the buddha

        cicada shells                                                               Margaret Chula

 

young man and woman

stand up to leave small pond

it must be one o’clock                                                    Kiyoko Tokutomi

 

        anchor splashing

        a bat swoops between the stars                       Ebba Story

 

landscaping finished

the gas company backhoes

through new-laid sod                                                     L. A. Davidson

 

        pools of darkness gather

        owl to owl to moon                                                 Hal Roth

 

an average ring

on the fresh oak stump

the year I was born                                                         Hal Roth

 

        falling snow covers

        all the rough edges                                                 Elizabeth Searle Lamb

 

cerulean eyes

framed by a rose

and golden hair                                                                 Hiroaki Sato

 

        king tut’s mask

        a foot from my face                                                Jerry Kilbride

 

 

 

playing beach volleyball

        that girl

with Birkenstock tan lines                                            Michael Dylan Welch

 

        carefully around the rocks

        the monk rakes a sea                                             Christopher Herold

 

at the right moment

tripping the hay release

to match the last windrow                                           L. A. Davidson

 

        this final aster

        without scent                                                            Hal Roth

 

from panpipes

a haunting melody

twilight                                                                                 Elizabeth Searle Lamb

 

        he returns to his wife

        with his smile renewed                                         Hiroaki Sato