By Simon De Courcey

peat bog days

the dead creep into

conversation

Simon De Courcey

By Fhen M.

Hundred billion stars in the galaxy

peering only at the Polaris.

Fhen M.

Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher

flying from tree to tree.

Fhen M.

Stayed to see the sun disappear

to watch my love: Lupus constellation.

Fhen M.

By Srini

punctuating my sleeplessness dripping tap

Srini

By Yasir Farooq

keyhole cobweb—

i enter

the ancient cave

Yasir Farooq

rain shower

the wet fledglings

on the swaying tree

Yasir Farooq

By Kelly Sargent

reaped harvest —

my teenager says hello

to the homeless woman

Kelly Sargent

the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff

Kelly Sargent

wild fig tree

bent seaward —

how I long

once more

to long

Kelly Sargent

By Rita Melissano

this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

Rita Melissano

sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side


Rita Melissano

writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

Rita Melissano

endless sky...

where

the sun goes to sleep

Rita Melissano

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

By Eavonka Ettinger

open door

just a slant of light

as the sun sets

Eavonka Ettinger

the length

of kneading paws

my catnap

Eavonka Ettinger

eucalyptus shedding what's forgotten

Eavonka Ettinger

the muchness

of a rose garden

your lips

Eavonka Ettinger

By Stephanie Zepherelli

crashing thunder

doors bolted tight

against ill omens

Stephanie Zepherelli

empty flower box

a mom and pop store

boarded up

Stephanie Zepherelli

lonely path

looking for memories

i never had

Stephanie Zepherelli

By J. D. Nelson

windy day & night

I’m too tired to stay up

too anxious to sleep

J. D. Nelson

she gives me three words

to remember for the test

brush, sunshine, & chair


J. D. Nelson

forgotten coffee

no time to run back inside

before the bus comes

J. D. Nelson

By Sharon Ferrante

a rough day

I sit down

with yesterday


Sharon Ferrante

calm night

I rest on a string

from his guitar

Sharon Ferrante

I watch you

cut through smoke

changing

a small room

with a saxophone


Sharon Ferrante