Urban Harvest
a
potpourri
of fallen leaves
each step
(sw)
strawflowers and dahlias
in the wedding bouquet
(j
rap)
mulching the garden
with leftover hay
sharp
scent of rot
(jr)
soused cranberries
too much
pumpkin spice
(sw)
kitchen step stool
the
fragrance of basil
dangling from twine
(j rap)
moving
the parsley pot inside
before first freeze
(jr)
Scott Wiggerman (sw), j rap and Janet Ruth (jr)
tranquil
lake
a playful wind stirs
ripples in the mind
Manoj
Sharma
early
autumn
caught in a moment
my double shadow
Manoj Sharma
our watches
side by side on the dresser—
the
widening gap
Mohua Maulik
trailing a finger
over the shimmering
still waters
unaware of the storms
that
lurk below your façade
Mohua Maulik
planting
peace lilies in beds
overrun
with the same old
unresolved
grudges
Mohua Maulik
frog pond
the slow drifting
of
my haiku-boat
Chen-ou Liu
she's gone ...
alone, I sleep
with
the dark
Chen-ou Liu
the door
of a foreclosed house
blown open
by a winter gust ...
inside
and out this emptiness
Chen-ou Liu
morning sunshine
a galaxy of stars
across
the snow
Diane Webster
white scarf flung
over the dilapidated fence
surrender
Diane Webster
covered in ice
the statue prays
to
the sun god
Diane Webster
under the bed
a hibernating dust bunny
waiting
for spring
E. C. Traganas
winter sun
shimmering world
in
a crystal snow globe
E. C. Traganas
laundry day
the wicker basket full
of
sleeping cat
Barrie Levine
trimming the grass
near his stone . . .
dad’s
stubble
Barrie Levine
evening fog . . .
someone’s basketball
skips
a beat
Mark Forrester
twilight trail
through snow-capped brambles
a
startled deer
Mark
Forrester
fading colours
of a prayer flag
the
sun wavers
Kavita Ratna
a salty spray
…all the rivers
that
were
Kavita Ratna
first
snowflakes
mice family
in the basement
Tsanka Shishkova
your
last breath
another shining light
in the sky
Tsanka Shishkova
distant stars
our sense of wonder
redshifting
Kelly Moyer
visiting hours
we play another game
of
dice with God
Kelly Moyer
older now
i see myself
in
the fallen blossom
Kelly Moyer
Timothy Daly is a travel-sick wanderer born in the British Isles and reborn outside of them. He is a researcher, writer and teacher at the dizzying crossroads of neuroscience, philosophy, and literature. He can usually be found in an airport departure lounge, from whence he will be glad to continue the excellent work of Roberta Beach Jacobson and read and publish your haiku and related forms here at Cold Moon Journal.
