John Hawkhead

sky drums

crows in the skeleton tree

call down the storm


John Hawkhead

By Kristen Lindquist

Sunday morning

a girl scrapes a palm frond

through last night's litter

Kristen Lindquist

By Orrin PréJean

pretty color of ground up cinnamon   when will i fall in love


Orrin PréJean

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shooting wild horses 'thnks Marlene for freeing haiku'

Orrin PréJean

Bryan Rickert

checking the phone

every five minutes

it must be love


Bryan Rickert

By Daniel Birnbaum

on the pond

mist

but why the silence

Daniel Birnbaum

Robert Witmer

first frost

crickets chirping

in the fireplace

Robert Witmer

By Veronika Zora Novak

funeral procession my shadow missing

Veronika Zora Novak

By Patrick Sweeney

waters by the Otemon Gate

a little girl dumped

her festival goldfish

Patrick Sweeney

Monica Kakkar

blushing pink blossoms

in ikebana alcove

to meet and to part …

Monica Kakkar

By John J. Dunphy

rose petals

strewn by the flower girl

in the janitor's dustpan


John J. Dunphy

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

oil drops

chasing the rainbow

down the street

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Sreenath

silent night —

an old hindi song

wafting straight to heart

Sreenath

By Daniela Rodi

end of winter—

a butterfly settles

inside my shadow

Daniela Rodi

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bedtime stories...

father's old armchair

remembers his shape

Daniela Rodi

Albert Schlaht

spring morning

brisk wind takes his toupee

to dance with

Albert Schlaht

By Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

spring showers—

a butterfly snaps

her wings to dry

Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

By Vipanjeet Kaur

spring rain

a whiff of winter

in its chill

Vipanjeet Kaur

Adrian Bouter

April snow onetime we'll know

Adrian Bouter

By Jim Niffen

morning moon

last night lingering

on my lips

Jim Niffen

By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

slow hop

outpacing

the snail

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Adele Evershed

visiting my father

only the whiskey mellows

with age
 

Adele Evershed

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

the turtle dove

sings at dawn —

first day of the year

Maurizio Brancaleoni

 

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il canto della

tortora all'albeggiare:

primo dell'anno

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By B.A.V. Varma

Dreams

do not be tears

Be real castles.


B.A.V. Varma

By Silvia Bistocchi

spring –

the invisible words

of the mountain

Silvia Bistocchi

By Zdenka Mlinar‬‬‬

buzzing of bees

on the unmown

meadows


Zdenka Mlinar‬‬‬

Sharon Martina

picking up

where dad left off

my son's smile

Sharon Martina