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

By Paula Sears

every stem

balancing its blossom

spring equinox

Paula Sears

spring morn

the green hillside

singing with sheep

Paula Sears

By Krzysztof Kokot

antidepressant – the sun shines all day

Krzysztof Kokot

By Katja Fox

the warm hum

of sleepy voices —

bedtime stories

Katja Fox

the sun behind

a dragonfly’s wings—

she prays for peace


Katja Fox

By Maya Daneva

woodpecker’s beat

through the spring drizzle

through my umbrella

Maya Daneva

By Bhawana Upadhyay

nonstop tears

in the mind of drought

dissolving memories

Bhawana Upadhyay

By Leon Tefft

air supremacy —

an aerial fandango

of fierce cardinals

Leon Tefft

tumbleweeds roving

through cities that never were

views never enjoyed

Leon Tefft

By Neena Singh

forest trail

an elk’s antlers

point the way

Neena Singh

garden swing…

a lingering day

on cloud nine


Neena Singh

By Mona Bedi

the lives we endure swirling tea leaves


Mona Bedi

how slowly the night descends lullaby moon


Mona Bedi

spring equinox

the time it takes to fall

out of love

Mona Bedi

By Joanna Ashwell

in the red

nowhere to turn

from a zero balance

Joanna Ashwell

the lost years

tightly packed away

out of sight

in case I crumble

beneath the sorrow

Joanna Ashwell

no longer fitting

into my hometown

I wander around

unpacking the edges

of loneliness

Joanna Ashwell