By Kelly Sargent

reaped harvest —

my teenager says hello

to the homeless woman

Kelly Sargent

the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff

Kelly Sargent

wild fig tree

bent seaward —

how I long

once more

to long

Kelly Sargent

By Rita Melissano

this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

Rita Melissano

sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side


Rita Melissano

writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

Rita Melissano

endless sky...

where

the sun goes to sleep

Rita Melissano

By Susan Burch

city co-op garden –

not even my own

empire of dirt

Susan Burch

horrible day –

my haiku

grow fangs

Susan Burch

By Katherine E Winnick

wolf moon

a solitary daffodil

waves in the wind

Katherine E Winnick

By Kristen Lindquist

first vulture . . .

imagining the past lives

of this old pine

Kristen Lindquist

sun halo

the overlapping orbits

of vultures in flight

Kristen Lindquist

lazy creek . . .

the morning air hazy

with willow fluff

Kristen Lindquist

 

Today Is International Haiku Day

By Patrick Kitchen

mountain town

help wanted signs

in every window

Patrick Kitchen

summer heat

a box of my things

on her front porch

Patrick Kitchen

weeding where should I begin

Patrick Kitchen

By Wiesław Karliński

spring full moon

brightens the garden

yesterday's laundry

Wiesław Karliński

bird singing

goes silent for a moment

woodcutter's axe

Wiesław Karliński

By Chris Collins

sun rays penetrate

the empty attic

warming cobwebs

Chris Collins

By Anthony Lusardi

balancing the t.v. set

to watch jersey shore

history textbook

Anthony Lusardi

By John J. Dunphy

always the leader —

his son's name

at the top of the list

on the war memorial

John J. Dunphy