year's end...
the beat-up twelve string
in
the corner
Adrian
Bouter
Could 2024 be the year? The Asahi Haikuist Network is requesting haiku for the new Anthropocene epoch.
Send to David McMurray, mcmurray@fka.att.ne.jp.
copper clouds
soaking up the spill
sunset
Jharna
Sanyal
timber wood
curling up in smoke
legends
of forests
Jharna Sanyal
what’s
all the racket?!
a featherless white crane lifts
things up
to the roof
J. D. Nelson
*
feathers
everywhere . . .
in mid-autumn the white hen
has started to
molt
J. D. Nelson
one bird’s egg
in another’s nest
false
spring
Mark Forrester
*
within my dream
another dream
dragonflies
Mark Forrester
rhyming trees with peace
snipping frosted tips
of rosemary and thyme
Mark
Gilbert
*
December solstice—
watching the snowscene settle
on
the mantelpiece
Mark Gilbert
first morning
of
honeymoon —
we share
this
autumn road
to ourselves
Steliana Cristina Voicu
Richard Wright’s asleep.
In his eyes the cold rain drips.
Five,
seven, and five.
Noah Berlatsky