365 Days of Haiku, 2022

By Ace Alba

Fall in and out of love on February 2022. Wallow in existential angst on July 2022. Reflect on death and the passage of time on November 2022.

 

Spice your haiku tastes with variety for the year 2022 with this 365 haiku collection, a first for Ace Z. Alba, a Filipino author. He originally made this collection for his Medium.com blog. Eventually, he found it fitting to bring it all together for you to enjoy in advance.

 

His haikus range from the visually striking, to the contemplative, to downright horrifying. Specialties of this collection include the May 2022 collection, featuring his hometown, Legazpi City; as well as the October 2022 collection, which twists tales of cryptids around the world.

 

A must have for haiku enthusiasts seeking new flavor for their reading lists.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ace Alba
• Release date: Mar 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201105990

Book preview

1.

I count prayer beads

Like the bamboo clicking

Against the pond stones

2.

Time to rake the leaves

While people crowding cities

Pass this temple by

3.

Should I even step

Out to chase their neon screens

Be lost, out of peace?

4.

The old priest once young

Walked free and wild with his peers

He strayed, found himself.

5.

Raked leaves in a pile

Above, one hangs on a branch

Waiting not to fall

6.

Drizzle covered the

Rice fields, cold and harvested

The snow would not come

7.

She runs on alleys

Clutching tight her purse and phone

Hides from her shadows

8.

He wags his tail at

The door all day waiting for

His friend’s warm embrace

9.

His stomach grumbles

He growls, he sleeps, He will come.

Another day comes.

10.

The boy used to play

Outside, stomping the puddles

Singing with the rain

11.

Bees no longer buzz

And hover on wild meadows

No pollen, no spring

12.

Waking up to see

The sun, I saw the night still

Awake and grumbling

13.

The cactus joins her

In waiting for customers

The wind rings the chimes.

14.

Break time for the road

He naps. A car thundered through

A dream drifts away

15.

On the floor priest sleeps

Books open, worn down, scribbled,

For the wind to read

16.

The breeze yearned to learn

They stole the paper away

Teach themselves his words

17.

Afternoon, birds cheer

The girl throwing stones at the

Sleeping monstrous lake

18.

Door opens. A friend

Walks by to chatter the noon

Coin box still empty

19.