Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry comprised of three phrases.

Traditional haiku uses 17 syllables (5:7:5) but contemporary haiku in English often ignores this rule. A haiku is typically about nature, the earth and the natural world and are designed to be thought-provoking. These original haiku poems are by Anthony Rutledge and are mostly written in the contemporary free style format.

There are over 2,000 Haiku on this site in ten different themes: Australian, Beach, Garden Sundial, In the Mirror,Kimono,Motherhood,Ships and Oceans,Spring,Windjammers and Miscellaneous.

open tent
light of dawn
the magpie's worm pulls back


open tent
the leaves the rain puddle
takes from the wind


open tent
changing the wind
a taint of rain


open tent
rushing to darkness
autumn showers


open tent
a curtain of rain
moves in the forest


open tent
magpies in the Gum trees
a song at a time


open tent
some of the bird songs
left in the fog


open tent
leaving its afterimage
on butterfly wings


open tent
the broken hearing
of red rustled leaves


open tent
the hour sunrise
takes to perfect


camping
the mirage the sun bakes
from an empty sky


camping
just enough clouds
to tattoo the river


camping
an afterimage of the crow--
where she watched me


camping
each speck of a Galaxy
replaced by another


camping
without a sound
insomnia leaves


camping
our Milky Way
on the edge... seeing within


camp fire
the Big Bang expanding the space
I sit in


camping
a space between stars
harder to find


camping
in a sea of stars
the lighthouse moon


camping
the nearness of stars
in the bedroom walls


camping
the shadows of a dance
out of the flames


camping
we bathe nearby
the waterfall's voice


camping
in the rescue of whales
marooned on a beach


camp fire
her silhouette sips wine
in a billion stars


open tent
around the bend
the sound of white water


open tent
hearing the sounds
rain runs into puddles


open tent
how blue is the lake
changed to skylight


open tent
growing with dawn
a bird cage of songs


open tent
such dense fog
holding the colour


open tent
the silence the forest has
in breathing


open tent
the breathing from trees
taken by the wind


open tent
when a dot becomes an eagle
from the sky blue


open tent
from a nest of magpies
the melting frost


open tent
all night
the sound frosts crackle


open tent
a boulder stands in
the sound of white water


open tent
swallows stitching
the clouds together


open tent
smiling at a bird song
my ear to the next


open tent
eucalypti touching
across the river


open tent
start of day
our daughter sings to bird songs


open tent
pockmarked craters
on the face of the moon


open tent
across the river
the craters on the moon


open tent
twilight darker
when the frogs begin


open tent
as shadows move
out of the shade


open tent
the broken light
part grey-- part rain


open tent
I cannot connect
my Zodiac stars


open tent
a frog jumps in
the light of the pond


open tent
a crow watches me
from the swaying branch


open tent
how charged the river is
in lightning


open tent
a dove's quick wing
followed by a hawk


open tent
framing the river
the moon glides on


open tent
my eyes split in
the cracks of dawn


lake camping
all the fireflies
of the other side's


camping
the smells of the forest
mixes with rain


camping
a fallen blue-Gum
bridges the river


camping
these meteor tails
should have a sound


camping
our coffee cups in
a gathering of trees


camp fire
before the dusk falls
to shooting stars


camping
a bee hive
being vocal to our smoke


camping
the owl's turn to
the hint of a moth


camping
what cicadas don't know
in the last of their cries


camping
the magpie songs
not meant to welcome


camping
shade after shade
inching longer


camping
another hunt squeals
out of the forest


camping
the quietness alone
a sundown brings


camping
as I breathe them--
the breath of trees


camping
where the owl left
a handful of stars


camping
the stars take their time
from a Dark Matter


camping
I can't see
with Dad's wisdom


camping
the touch of freckles
over Laurel's skin


camping
even as I slap mosquitoes
the buzz of the fire


camping
even as the fire starts
a sizzle of rain


camping
found in the fire
the scent of lemon Gums


camping
the silence in
the nearness of dawn


camping
thunder shakes the tent
in its ropes


open tent
the quietly searching
moon's face


camping
birds will be birds
such chatter about dawn


camp fire
a full moon
searches the trees


camp fire
our waterfall showers
dried without towels


camp fire
crackling into
the stars


open tent
last in sunset...
the river passes on to night


open tent
green and brown caterpillar
in a beak


open tent
squeezed from a husk
the moth dilates her wings


weekend camp
a feral cat
sniffs the meat


open tent
thump of thunder
popping her eyes out


camping
eggs
when twigs become a nest


open tent
my dog
inhales the stranger


open tent
mountain---
parts of the snow left behind


camp fire
the wings an owl folds
in shadows


open tent
white trapped moth...
I watch the spider begin


open tent
a sunrise in the Gum trees
stepping out


camping
last cling to earth...
a Gum tree fells a younger


camping
a net of stars
cradles the moon


camp site
a patch of burnt bush
wears waving new leaves


weekend camp
touching wildflowers
I cannot know the nectars they hold


camping
the colours of dawn
an incoming tide


camp fire
stirring the coals
I fall to a dream


camping
even in magpie songs
a cricket adds hers


open tent
at a dream's edge
the caw of crows


camp fire
our tent's shade
joins the mountain


river camp
each coffee sip
a new sunset


lake side
a log fire
tastes the coffee


lake side
a sunset burns off
the sounds


twilight lake
all at once
I cannot hear a sound


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