A haiku bouquet of chrysanthemums

By Bhawana

Before the white chrysanthemum,

The scissors hesitate

A moment.

Natsume Sōseki

festival day
yellow chrysanthemums
petal the street

Geethanjali Rajan, India

finding you
right at the end
chrysanthemum

Thomas David, United Kingdom

chrysanthemum dusk—
the last bee
loses its way

Neena Singh, India

autumn wind
tossing chrysanthemums
white, then white again
how often
I changed my mind

Fatma Zohra Habis, Algeria

without you…
the first frost
on chrysanthemums

Joanna Ashwell, UK

father’s funeral . . .
cascading by cockcrow
crowded chrysanthemums

Monica Kakkar, India and USA

By John Burgess (J.B.), U.S.A.—

My Japanese calligraphy (shodo) teacher Kikugawa-sensei passed in 2024. I studied under him for two years in Japan, and then for almost 30 years by monthly mail correspondence from the U.S. The two characters in his name translate as chrysanthemum (kiku) and river (gawa).—John Burgess (J.B.), U.S.A.

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