By M. R. Pelletier

Chance meeting—

   the warmth

   of an old flame

M. R. Pelletier

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

yearning...

magnolias in full bloom

since we parted

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Govind Joshi

a lamb

on her shoulders

she shepherds the sheep

Govind Joshi

By Helen Ogden

woodland meadow—

thumbing through

my dogeared bird book

Helen Ogden

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gusty wind

a grey gull navigates

the ups and downs

Helen Ogden

By Peter Jastermsky

smoke scented towels we wrap ourselves in barbecue

Peter Jastermsky

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if you say so songs of blue acorns

Peter Jastermsky

By Charles Harper

my mandarin

so simply

sheds its rags

Charles Harper

By Keith Evetts

grandfather clock...

we hold hands

by the fire

Keith Evetts

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oak to oak

the echoes of

a cuckoo's cuckoo

Keith Evetts

By B.A. France

warm winter day

watching the sun move

toward tomorrow

B.A.France

*

 

unmarked trailhead

a moonless sky

beckons

B.A. France

By Anthony Ward

Dust particles,

Ignited through sunlight-

Burning out in the shade

Anthony Ward

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Trees grow tired,

Secluded from rest

Through shortened winters

Anthony Ward

By Devoshruti Mandal

parrot's bite of a red chilli summer noon

Devoshruti Mandal

*

 

combing

mom's hair

spanish moss

Devoshruti Mandal

By Sébastien Revon

drought

what has become

of the old pond?

Sébastien Revon

*

 

spring drizzle

a new constellation

on the spider's web

Sébastien Revon

By Katherine E Winnick

haiku seeds

sprouting through the garden

of my mind

Katherine E Winnick

 

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snowcapped mountains

the earthenware pot

warms on the fire

Katherine E Winnick

By Chen-ou Liu

monsoon night . . .

side-by-side on the porch

my old dog and me

Chen-ou Liu

By David He

a monk

meditates

in the moonlight

on his hut

an owl hoots

David He

By Sreenath

in the moonlight

desert campfire

rajasthani girls

in colourful skirts

twirling to folk music

Sreenath

By Angiola Inglese

fil rouge—

the cold wind

in your silence

Angiola Inglese

By Robert Witmer

still reeds

in the sunblue pond

the heron's sudden beak

Robert Witmer

By Deborah A. Bennett

in the cornfield

the solitary elm —

i have grown old beside it


Deborah A. Bennett