Sketchbook  Haiku

 

 

Elizabeth Howard, US   wooded hills ridgebacks of snow furrows of shadow     rain pattering— the old man rearranges his red hat feather     rain at the carnival tears streak the laughing clown's face     wreath on the door the hand-made whirligig has a broken wing     long-distance call lying alone and cold in the double bed     mother's chair her cat rocking alone in the dark

 

John Daleiden, US snow on the gravestones the names illegible geese rise from the pond     winter sun— in the long shadows snow turns grey     January cold— not even a sparrow at my window     the shadow of an old crow in flight— deep winter cold     crocus buds nestle in new snow— the shadows deepen

 

Vaughn Seward, CA cold night... the squeak of car tires in fresh snow     the locomotive pulls into the station... steam on frost     just short of finishing his last name— fresh-fallen snow     light snowfall— the weather mocks my shoveling efforts

 

 

Rita Odeh calm sea— wave by wave wet the shore sand     cloudy morning— on the neighbour's tree a desired cherry     in my diary spreading scents of old love a dry lilac     morning cawing— an abandoned nest on a barren branch     late autumn— the mirror exposes a new grey hair     bowing to get rid of a bee— the boss     one hand clock endlessly ticking in mind—     dark doorway— scents of basil lit the soul     silent night— twinkling in mind that far star     a door creaks wind flows in— inner darkness     first snowflakes colour the whiteness of a beggar's palm     turbulent waves break at the shore— silent mind     that moon— every night, in my mirror till morning     war dawn— beneath the cracked bridge dusty cactus     heavy rain— throwing the umbrella she starts dancing     new calendar— sad memories torn to pieces in the dustbin

 

 

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