Current Haikus |
Adventure beckons
but, oh! how sweet familiar
ordinary ways |
If we shoot the crows
who rows night in over day?
who eats the road kill?
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| Kajira Wyn Berry |
Ann Spiers |
The sky moving north,
blackberries puckering, winter
on the mind's edge
|
Huckleberries dance
like raindrops in our bucket
my hands drip purple
|
| Michael Feinstein |
Jean Ameluxen |
It had rained all day,
but the setting sun broke through . . .
horizontal green!
|
Indian summer gone
swept away
by a sou'wester
|
| Helen Russell |
Jill Brandeis Andrews |
Inching up to the stoplight
arranging the moon
among the branches
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Daylight dwindles down
we kindle fires to prepare
for the long night
|
| Ron Simons |
Kajira Wyn Berry |
Pale winter sunlight
scarcely a dent on darkness
solstice tide now turned
|
The Great Blue Heron
calculates its next strike
. . . ferries late again
|
| Karin Brusletten |
Ann Spiers |
the sea darkens . . .
the wild duck's call
is faintly white
|
| Basho |
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