By Jake Williams

Silver Birch bark

Holds its own secrets

In Autumnal rain

Jake Williams

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

sandy path

where the rain fell

her faded footprints

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Pitt Büerken

one strike

most of the flies

now gone


Pitt Büerken

By Julianne Carlile

on purple thistle

a bumblebee lulled and still

sun slips heaven sways

Julianne Carlile

By Oscar Luparia

sunrise

even on the wall

a scent of beauty

words and image Oscar Luparia

By Mark Hendrickson

church social

no one talks to the stranger

at the prayer breakfast

Mark Hendrickson

By Ram Chandran

wind meandering

through the bamboo groves —

summer song

Ram Chandran

summer breeze —

a chirping sparrow

answers rustling leaves

Ram Chandran

jasmine blossom

how to capture her beauty

in a haiku

Ram Chandran

By Elliot Diamond

first blush wood thrush shakuhachi breeze


Elliot Diamond

 

 

fermenting words

of browns and greens

haiku compost


Elliot Diamond

By Lakshmi Iyer

post surgery

recoupling everything

from start to end

Lakshmi Iyer

By William Doyle

evening rain —

across the valley

rainbow arch

William Doyle

By Genevieve Aguinaldo

Genevieve Aguinaldo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Genevieve Aguinaldo

By Mallika Chari

night storm

boulevard dawns

to loud horns

Mallika Chari

By Manasa Kaliki

Shooting star I wish to meet you again

Manasa Kaliki

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

the moon

enough wealth

for a fortnight

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Mile Lisica

a shiny moon

and crickets sing

at the end of the war

Mile Lisica

блистави месец

и зрикавци певају

на крају рата

Mile Lisica

By Mark Hendrickson

trouble coming

seen from a mile away

summer storms

Mark Hendrickson

By Rita Melissano

leaving

the white pelicans behind

the river turns...

Rita Melissano

 the soundscapes                             

       of this breeze caressing                    

       the trees                                              

       no one knows why only

       silence can stop the wind
          

Rita Melissano

By Albert Schlaht

jingle of coin—

tilting its head

a crow

Albert Schlaht

at sunset

ascending their hill

fire ants

Albert Schlaht