In just a few syllables, Haiku are a perfect way to capture a scene, a memory, or even a mood. Regardless the season–or time of day–clouds can do pretty much the same thing. Mountainous thunderstorm clouds can be majestic. Serene, wispy cirrus clouds can make a sunset heavenly. In color and shape, or by how quickly they’re moving, clouds will let you know if you need to carry an umbrella or if you’re likely to rev up the snowblower–in which case, if they’re very low and grey, you might consider going back to bed! But, on a bright Summer’s day, when clouds are drifting lazily, high in the sky, watching these seemingly magical shapeshifters is pure joy.
From our archives of contributed haiku, we’ve selected a cloud-themed few for your Summer reading pleasure. Can you tell which season the poet is describing? Have you ever experienced the same feelings as expressed in the haiku? Do you remember a day the clouds were just like those characterized by the poet?
From Cynthia Perrine (Fabius 2015):
Sun breaks through the clouds / Mist rises from the water / Day begins anew
From Jay Cox (Pompey 2005):
Cumulus clouds float / in a deep-blue sky–downtown / petunias in bloom.
From Pamela Lynch (Oneida 2013):
Fronts collide to paint / phenomenal cloud skyscapes / Swirling overhead
From Michael Brigandi (Syracuse 2014):
Playing in the grass / Childhood days slipping away / Like clouds rolling by
From Nancy Preston (Syracuse 2013):
Clouds heaped like meringue / cumulus jubilation! / Summer sky party
From Maggie James (Syracuse 2010):
One, then two at once! / Colorful balloons drift east / Low clouds they vanish…
From Diane Lansing (Syracuse 2014):
Dragonfly’s kiss makes / once still pond pulsate rings of / fractured clouds and trees.
From our 2004 Syracuse Poster Project Series, a wonderful display of Summer. The haiku was written by Jennifer Sanford and the poster illustrated by Cally Jones, former Syracuse University Illustration student.
Summer breezes lift / gull and dragon kites across / Onondaga Lake
Wishing you carefree Summer days where, as Rosalyn M. Carroll (Manlius 2017) writes:
Daydreaming on a / Cotton candy cloud–oh, the / Places I can see