quiet
beach
a small crab moves its shade
over my toe
Maya
Daneva
oligarchs
burn tropical jungles—
there will be smoke
from ashes
oil palm plantations—
there will be fat
where orangutans
and gibbons live—
there
will be none
James Penha
waking to the light
through the crack under the door—
you
are here
Jennifer Gurney
wood stove smoke
rises from the hollars
mountain
man morn
JL Huffman
*
last bright ember
buried in charcoal clouds
winter
solstice
JL Huffman
thin clouds race in front
of the year’s final full moon
fast
rabbit dashes
J. D. Nelson
Could 2024 be the year? The Asahi Haikuist Network is requesting haiku for the new Anthropocene epoch.
Send to David McMurray, mcmurray@fka.att.ne.jp.