white oncidium
the sun splitting
into her infinities
graduation day
sunlight lingering
in dusk clouds
a billion suns glistering
in the parking lot
nameless galaxies
last sun
the scent of oleander
in luminous pools
the wingspan of a white ibis sun
sunburst
through the stratocumulus
Adam’s needle
from the throat of the robin sun
iron sun
a vulture unmoving
in the heat
the sun disk behind shifting the stratocumulus clover meadow
storm over
shards of sun shatter
from the sycamore
the sun’s scarlet
dips behind the distant hills
first cigarette
Joshua St. Claire
(Image by DWB)
Saragun Springs 
Joshua
You give the Sun a personality as wide and often as difficult as that of a human being. Again, striking visuals.
Leila
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I like yesterday’s moon poem, and this companion piece might be even better.
Maybe my favorite image:
a billion suns glistering
in the parking lot
nameless galaxies
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Joshua
Your poems are fascinating and excellent in the way they can be read at least two ways, that is, either as a series of poems almost like one longer poem, or with each separate piece as its own poem. A strong voice comes through which unifies everything, and that is far from easy to do within the rigid compression demanded by the haiku form.
“Contemplation” is what a haiku is supposed to engender in the reader, i.e. it should make the reader think about both the subject and the way it’s presented, which your poems also do, very successfully.
We wouldn’t be here at all without the sun and if we get too much of it we shall be fried to a crisp. We should all spend more time contemplating such ironclad truths. Everyone is capable of deep contemplation and when humans started out everyone did it for much or most of every single day.
Dale
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