Montage, the haiku gallery edited by Allan Burns, is one of the most popular features on our site. However, Winter (II) was the final gallery in the Montage series, so we moved Montage from the main menu to our new Publications section. To access Montage in its new location, go to any page on our site and select Publications > Montage Archive from the main menu.
The new URL is: http://www.thehaikufoundation.org/publications/montage/
“Winter (II)”, the forty-third and final gallery in the Montage series, features more winter-themed haiku—by Martin Shea, Jack Barry, and THF’s founder, Jim Kacian. My thanks go out to Jim for the opportunity to create Montage, to web master Dave Russo for all his help, and to THF for hosting the series; I also thank everyone for reading and for all the valuable feedback, public and private. I’ve greatly enjoyed it, but it’s time to hoist my burdens and get on down the road. Best wishes for the New Year!
the long night of the mannequins— snow falling — Martin Shea
New Year's dawn
light first gathers
in the icicles
— Jim Kacian
looking back after crossing thin ice — Jack Barry
The first of two winter-themed galleries, Montage #42 features haiku by Scott Mason, Ruth Yarrow, and Lorin Ford.
late December evening
a fox tail tapers
to nothing
— Scott Mason
alone
glacier-edged lake brimming
with sky
— Ruth Yarrow
without a thing to cling to... winter moon — Lorin Ford
“Halcyon Days,” the latest Montage gallery, features haiku by three very active and well-known members of the English-language haiku “community”: Randy Brooks, David Cobb, and Michael Dylan Welch.
holding hands... until we reach the blackberries — Randy Brooks
the author in spring
how his dots and commas
fly all about
— David Cobb
crackling beach fire— we hum in place of words we can't recall — Michael Dylan Welch
Montage hits 40 with “Now & Zen,” featuring haiku in honor of Bodhi Day by members of the motley sangha: Karma Tenzing Wangchuk, vincent tripi, and Stanford M. Forrester.
stone before stone buddha — Karma Tenzing Wangchuk
before
making love
i write a death poem
— vincent tripi
they actually are pretty quiet... wild flowers — Stanford M. Forrester
