The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now write a poem to accompany it!
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Yay Words! 
the edge of the woods when the streetlight
before I decide trot
or kitsune the streelight
shines on all the tiny
children still counting red
rover red mother may I
*streetlight
wildlife crossing—
this moment when the hidden
steps into the light
excellent, Dorothee
oh, i like this 🙂
young fox watch
under the streetlight
no footprints
right here
stranded with the naked truth
the moonlight
whisks me closer
to a distant dream
As I type in the mornings, I watch the light change over Lake Michigan. There are icebergs and rose along the horizon. On Sunday, a wounded fox came to a sunny spot in our yard, to rest and heal. I am honored we were a safe place.
* This is from a longer post from my blog, Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin (January 2010). A good writing exercise to make it this short.
Thank you, Ellen
http://ellenolinger.wordpress.com
empty highway…
a fox’s eyes
my headlights
funny… i believe you wrote this by yourself but here’s mine from december 2006 shiki kukai:
starry night
the fox’s eyes
in the headlights
Proof of the universality of a good haiku!
Polona, wow! Talk about deja-ku 🙂 I guess the only difference here is, I’ve tried to convey the fox’s eyes standing in for headlights, and not really the reflection aspect. 🙂
Yes, Shloka…I did notice that small but significant difference (with Polona’s).In fact, when I first looked at this doodle, more or less the same lines had occurred to me too 🙂
Cool 😀 hi-fi 🙂 🙂
ah, yes. missed this aspect on first reading (i guess i was stunned by the similarity) but it has become obvious now you mention it 🙂
red dawn a broken line out of the fog
the space
between breaths …
I roam
stretching
from one fear
to another
the long shadow
of a streetlight
on a road named fear the red fox
lonely road…
out of the gloom
a red fox
(Two for today)
step by step
emerging from the dark
down the road
or back to the woods
a tangle of branches
holds my shadow
wait
under the lamp
smart as a fox-
success
Fell asleep last night before posting…
the long drive
home from you
in my red dress–
how quickly my passion fades
under these passing streetlights
*
last night’s fox dreams–
another reason
to wash away
the ink stains
of you
Love the second one, Kathy!
Everything’s illuminated –
your sly heart, my red
rage. Even the trees
reach for what I thought
was mine.
night snow
a fox reappears
in my dream
under the lamp
no road in sight
the red fox waits
He hesitates and
sees a smooth easier path
thinking, “perhaps trap.”
the street lights’ scintillating wit and wisdom
hunger moon-
a fox steps into
the light
full moon . . .
a fox sidestepping
the light
flame
beneath the lamppost
I slow for a look
making eye contact
with the fox for a second
dead of night
I cross no such roads
fox tales into the dark