Haiku About Birds
Bird haiku keep returning to swans, and the swans never mean the same thing twice. In Issue 3, Dan Campbell lets swans SLOWLY GLIDE BY
a BALLET SCHOOL WINDOW
, and the last line leaves it open whether the dancers are being seen as birds or the birds as dancers. In Issue 1, J.C. Elkin has a LONE SWAN, HALF A HEART
forsaken in a bog, with winter HEARTLESS AS DEATH
. By Issue 14, Marsha Foss recalls white feathers blown against BROKEN WINDOWS
and, at sunset, a DEAD SWAN
. Grace, abandonment and death: one bird across three issues, and none of them calls the swan beautiful.
Peggy Trojan builds a small trick out of line breaks. WATCHING FOR BLUEBIRDS SHE HEARS CALLS ME TO COME, SIT
can be read as bird calls or as a mother calling, and the poem lets both be true. It is a small lesson in how a line break can make one word carry two meanings. A reader who stops after SHE HEARS
gets a bird; a reader who goes on gets a family. The rhythm of a haiku, with its short third line, makes that last turn land hard.
Seen from the water
Maggie Irene’s heron OFFERS A BREAKFASTING BASS LIFE IN A BETTER PLACE
. The heron is the generous host and the fish the guest, and the joke lands because the poem keeps a straight face. Brian Thorstenson follows a loon that DIVES BELOW THE LAKES SURFACE BOBS BACK UP DISTANT
, and the last word, DISTANT
, is where the poem lets the reader’s eye follow the bird out across the water. Watching a bird at work is the pleasure here: the heron strikes, the loon vanishes, and the reader waits for what comes next.
Winter birds
Alessandra Bava rubs hands ON ROBINS’ BREASTS TO WARM DEAR OLD WINTER’S FROSTED BLUE LIPS
, a strange and tender image in which birds are borrowed heaters. Here the birds are warmth itself, and the poem asks nothing more of them.
Epic voice, plain fact
Rachel Blackbirdsong dresses a crow in heroic language: BLACK-WINGED WARRIOR
, SKY BOUND HUNTRESS
. Then the poem lands on DEAD MOUSE, FEAST.
The grand title and the small meal sit side by side, and the poem is funnier and more honest for it. Kelly Gray goes quiet in a different way. A hummingbird has its BEAK TILTED TOWARDS MOON
, and the branch does not feel the weight. The last line turns the thought on the speaker: NOR I, MY OWN.
A bird as a wish
Katherine Osborne closes with a stranger poem: I'VE GATHERED TREES BACK INTO MY MOUTH
, and ends by hoping the reader will SEND SMALLER BIRDS
. Nobody can paraphrase it with confidence, which is a point in its favor. It reads like a prayer from someone who wants less to carry, and it shows a side of bird haiku that the field guides miss: the bird as a request.
78 poems
SIX GRACEFUL SWANSSLOWLY GLIDE BY -BALLET SCHOOL WINDOW
Issue #3, page 33
LONE SWAN, HALF A HEARTFORSAKEN DOWN IN THE BOGWINTER HEARTLESS AS DEATH
Issue #1, page 57
RECALL WHITE FEATHERS
RECALL WHITE FEATHERSBLOWN AGAINST BROKEN WINDOWSAT SUNSET, DEAD SWAN
Issue #14, page 48
MY MOTHER ON STEPSWATCHING FOR BLUEBIRDS SHE HEARSCALLS ME TO COME, SIT
Issue #3, page 17
STEEP DIVING BLUE HERONOFFERS A BREAKFASTING BASSLIFE IN A BETTER PLACE.
Issue #3, page 15
ONE LOON AT DOCKSIDEDIVES BELOW THE LAKES SURFACEBOBS BACK UP DISTANT
Issue #3, page 97
I RUB MY HANDS ONROBINS’ BREASTS TO WARM DEAR OLDWINTER’S FROSTED BLUE LIPS.
Issue #1, page 19
I'VE GATHERED TREESBACK INTO MY MOUTHI HOPE YOU SEND SMALLER BIRDS
Issue #4, page 65
CORVUS
BLACK-WINGED WARRIORSKY BOUND HUNTRESS, BLOODY BEAKCAWING, DEAD MOUSE, FEAST.
Issue #5, page 55
HUMMINGBIRD
BEAK TILTED TOWARDS MOONTHE BRANCH DOES NOT KNOW HER WEIGHTNOR I, MY OWN.
Issue #16, page 46
YARD VERSE #1
HOPELESS FEATHERWEIGHTSOFT BIRD, QUIET IN MY HANDA TINY STILL HEART
Issue #9, page 45
MIGRATION
A BLADE OF GEESESLICE OPENTHE AUTUMN SKY
Issue #17, page 18
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ON THIS TWILIGHT SKY,HOKUSAI MIGHT HAVE PAINTEDTHOSE BLACK BIRDS FLYING
Issue #4, page 85
LOW MISTFIFTY MUTE SWANSON THE TIDE
Issue #8, page 11
DEATH
THE SPIRIT SOARS, LIKEA NEW BIRD DISCOVERINGTHE USES OF WINGS.
Issue #5, page 53
BLACKEST SUMMER NIGHTCLEAR LAKE TREMOLO ECHOESLOON PAIR ROMANCING
Issue #3, page 87
SINISTER CROW
NOT AS DARKAS SINISTER CROWHIS SHADOW
Issue #2, page 19
ON THE LAWNWEARING SNOW BOOTSA ROBIN
Issue #5, page 77
A TREE BECOMES A MOTHERLY FIGURE
HANDS OF TREES REACH HIGHGATHERING BIRDS SO TO NESTSWAYS TO CRADLE THEM
Issue #5, page 59
WOODPECKER TAPPING
WOODPECKER TAPPINGSOMEWHERE AMONG THE PINE TREESSTELLAR JAY SCOLDING
Issue #1, page 17
TREES IN THEIRWINTER NAKEDNESSREVEALING BIRDS' OLD NESTS
Issue #1, page 45
STARS AND OWLS
STARS AND OWLSGROW FATBENEATH A STARVING MOON
Issue #2, page 87
DUSK. TONGUE EXTENDED,THE DOE FEEDS WHERE FINCHES FUSSEDUNDER MORNING SUN.
Issue #2, page 101
WORKING THE SUET,PILEATED WOODPECKERFEEDS CRUMBS TO THE DOVE.
Issue #2, page 107
DEAD COLD AND WET BIRDDECAYED THERE TWO WHOLE WEEKSFACE DOWN ON BRIGHT ROCKS
Issue #4, page 49
SPRING
BARE ELM TREESHEDS HER WINTER BLANKETAND GROWS A ROBIN
Issue #4, page 51
OUT IN THE GARDENOF ZEN, A HUMMINGBIRD CHECKSFLOWERS FOR NECTAR
Issue #5, page 33
RIPPLES SPREADFROM THE TURNING WATERWHEEL –SPARROW SONG
Issue #5, page 73
MIDDAY HEATTHE WATER SONGOF MAGPIES
Issue #5, page 89
IN SUBURBIAA LIVE GOOSE STANDS ON THE ROOFOF A NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE
Issue #5, page 99
THE LONGING PILOT
A PECK ON MY WRIST,LONGING FEATHERS AND NESTLERNOW WINGLESS AND WHIST.
Issue #5, page 101
QUARTER MOONNEAR A RIVER OF CLOUDSBIRDSONG
Issue #6, page 83
BALMY BREEZETHE COMING OUT OFFIVE ROBINS
Issue #6, page 87
MODERN MOCKINGBIRD
A MOCKINGBIRD SINGSNOT THE SONGS OF OTHER BIRDSBUT A CELL PHONE RING
Issue #6, page 99
AT A JUNCTIONOF CROSSING CONVERSATIONSBLACKBIRD SONG
Issue #6, page 103
HARMONY
COFFERED CONSONANTSNATURE’S LABYRINTH ABOVEBIRD’S FLIGHT; PITCH OF A
Issue #7, page 19
THE MORNING CROW WAKESIT'S CAWS, SO CLOSE TOGETHERTHEY SOUND LIKE LAUGHTER
Issue #7, page 79
WANDERING GULLSHADOWY EVENING SHAKINGTHE SEA FATHER AWAY
Issue #8, page 29
CROW
STROKE, PULL, GLIDEACROSS THE WIDE BLUEA CROW ROWS SKY
Issue #8, page 65
UNANSWERED
THE SWAN THIEVESAFTER MANY A SUMMERWERE NEVER NAMED
Issue #8, page 73
SUMMER JAZZ
SUMMER JAZZIN THE RAFTERS OF THE TRAIN STATIONA CROW'S NEST
Issue #8, page 79
ALBATROSS
WEB-FOOTED SEABIRDGIFTED TWO SAND-CRUSTED PRINTSGLASSED WITH MATTE FINISH
Issue #8, page 93
SEAGULLS
PEACEFULNESS BROKENSEAGULL’S RANCOROUS LAUGHTERUNDULATING WAVES
Issue #8, page 99
WILLOW THICKETBESIDE THE OLD STRIP MINEA FLYCATCHER CALLS
Issue #8, page 103
TRASH
CURIOUS CROWSLIFT AND LAND, LIFT AND LANDATOP A MCDONALD'S BAG
Issue #9, page 65
WHITE POLKA DOT
WHITE POLKA DOT STREWNON THE HILL, IBISES GRAZEON WINTER’S DRY GRASS.
Issue #9, page 81
THE MOCKINGBIRDPLUCKS ONE RED BERRY--WHOLE TREE SHAKES.
Issue #9, page 89
A GULL CAWS IN FLIGHTTHE ROLLING TIDE SEETHES FORWARDCRIES ECHO THE SURF
Issue #10, page 21
FRIDAY MORNING
FIRST BLUSH OF COLORPEACH SKY PEEKS THROUGH MAGNOLIAHUMMINGBIRD ARRIVES
Issue #10, page 55
PLATFORM PIGEON
ONE-FOOTED PIGEONLIMPING ALONG TRAIN PLATFORMPECKING AT REFUSE
Issue #10, page 103
SLATTER PARK CHANGEDFOREVER THE DAY THEY FOUNDTHE MISSING BLACK SWAN
Issue #11, page 17
TIDES
LONE SEAGULLFOLLOWS THE RECEDING TIDE‒WIDOW’S WALK
Issue #11, page 41
FLAGS POP AND SNAPIN A SKY SOFT WITH CLOUDSGULLS RACE THE WIND
Issue #11, page 81
A LONE GOOSEFLYING MADLY;THE MOON IS PALE AND MILKY.
Issue #11, page 89
HUMMINGBIRD HOVERSADMIRING ITS REFLECTIONCAT GRINS UNDERNEATH
Issue #11, page 105
EARLY SPRING HAIKU
BIRDSONGS CLEAR THE AIR.EAGER FLOWERS NOD AND BLUSH.SAINT-LIKE, SPRING APPEARS.
Issue #12, page 15
ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENTS
SPARROW WINGS FLUTTERSHAKING AWAY DROPS OF RAINATTITUDE CHANGES
Issue #12, page 23
BLUE
BLUE HERON, DUCK POND.ROSE SKY DAWN. GLASS REFLECTIONS.ABSENT ITSELF, TIME PASSING.
Issue #12, page 67
THANKSGIVING
JUNCOS SCATTER DUFFUNDER AVOCADO TREESMAKE FESTIVE FALL DAYS
Issue #12, page 81
HARMONY
PEACOCKS IN THE TREES,QUIET SUNDAY AFTERNOONCLOUDS HANGING LOW.
Issue #12, page 91
BIRD
SOME VISIT THE GROUNDBUT SANCTUARY IS HIGHTHE TREES KNOW IT ALL
Issue #13, page 44
PAINTING THE SKY
TURNING LEAVESFALCON WINGS BRUSH THE SKYRACING WINTER’S CLOUD
Issue #13, page 52
HUMMINGBIRDS HOVERMAKING FIGURE EIGHTS WITH WINGSSEARCHING FOR NECTAR
Issue #14, page 12
TWITTERING MACHINE
TWITTERING MACHINE,IN THE NAKED TREE BRANCHES,BIRDS OF LATE WINTER
Issue #14, page 25
LEAVES
VEINS IN LEAVESLIKE TRACKS OF BIRD’S FEETRAIN CEMENTED TO THE STREET
Issue #14, page 26
THE BIRD
BEAUTIFUL BLACKBIRDFRAGILE FEATHERS, SPARKLING EYESWATCHING TRAFFIC PASS
Issue #14, page 31
SILVER ARCS OF LIGHTRIPPLE ACROSS THE EGRETFISHING FOR MINNOWS
Issue #14, page 43
BONE FOREST
THE BIRDS MOURN THEIR LOSS,DARTING THROUGH A BONE FOREST,COLORS AMONG DEATH.
Issue #14, page 56
AERIAL
SCISSORTAIL SWALLOWS’SWIFT AEROBATIC ANTICSPIERCE WATER, SLICE SKY
Issue #15, page 23
SAGUARO BLOSSOM
DELICATE FLOWER:SOFT MEAT, WHITE SKIN. HUMMINGBIRDFEASTING. SUMMER WIND.
Issue #15, page 56
RIPPLE EFFECT
A PAIR OF SWANS GLIDEACROSS THE MIRROR WATERSLOVE BLURS EVERYTHING
Issue #16, page 37
LONE GOOSE
GOOSE HONKING ALONEIN THE LAVENDER STILLNESSFOOTSTEPS CRUNCH ON ICE
Issue #16, page 47
BLUEJAY RAID
SPYING BLUE JAYRAIDS ACORN TROVESSQUIRRELED AWAY
Issue #17, page 15
TWO TREE SWALLOWS
TWO GRAY TREE SWALLOWSSKIMMING OVER LAKE SURFACEPRACTICING GYMNASTICS.
Issue #17, page 29
HOME OFFICE VIEW
OPEN SHUTTERSREVEAL BIRDS IN THE BIRDBATHSOCIALIZING
Issue #17, page 34
HUMMINGBIRD
HUMMINGBIRD HOVERSOVER RED GERANIUMNECTAR’S SWEET SUPPLY
Issue #17, page 58
GEESE FLEW SOUTH BY NIGHT
SILVER ARROW PIERCEDTHE SORRY MOON AND VANISHEDINTO BRILLIANCE
Issue #18, page 30
SNOWY SERAPH
A RED CARDINALPERCHING ON THE FROSTED PINENESTLESS NIRVANA
Issue #18, page 38
Questions readers ask
Do the birds stand for something?
Sometimes, but the best poems here keep the bird literal first. A heron fishing is a heron fishing before it is anything else, and the meaning, if there is one, grows out of that.
More themes to read
AnimalsTrees and ForestsMorning and DawnAutumnFaith and SpiritAll themes
Last reviewed November 2026. Poems are the work of the poets credited and link to their pages in the original issues.