high-pitched cry
I recognize the voice
of my cicada
Maya Daneva
nesting
in his palm
my cheek
Bernadette O'Reilly
summer dusk
crickets start to sing
calling
the fireflies to light up
the moonless night
Lisbeth Ho
first rain
in cupped palms
taste of salt
Jharna Sanyal
sea mother keep me as a pearl
Stephen Jarrell Williams
monsoon sky
the birds
flying to a distant dream
Ram Chandran
supermarket:
in front of
The Bay View Hotel
Alan Peat
the owl
sees too much
to be silent
Rp Verlaine
canoe floats
on aqua-green waters
over sea of moss
Alex Lanzo
Arctic ice melts creating rivers flowing into caves
Gregory Lanzo
old age finding relevance
in haiku Christa Pandey