Sketchbook  Haiku

 

 

Elizabeth Howard, US geese descending pampas grass fronds wave in their wake     gate open searching for the piglets following the oinks     surround sound meadowlark song in the hayfields

 

Vaughn Seward, CA Powder snow before my skis...tracks after them.     Tiny lungs... a mother lights a smoke inside the car.     Winter night... the cat looks in with hopeful eyes.     After dinner... rings of smoke between sips of coffee.     Mustard bottle... we giggle as we squeeze out the last of it.     New moon... enduring partners start another cycle.

 

Gerry Bravi, CA fist full of tulips how brief their blooming how broad his smile     spring buds tightly wound hints of things to come     new beginnings yet utterly complete spring buds     spring dawn the towering poplars cast thin shadows     everything stirs except the dead branches whispers of spring     spring walk from puddle to puddle the peepers converse     tomato seeds roots, stalks, leaves, blossoms and fruit all waiting inside     March roars in cherry blossoms blown here and there their essence remains     ragged feathers scattered on melting snow a redpoll lost

 

Tara Martin, CA frosted pansy between purple clouds, a twilight sky     garden pond spring stirs petal by petal

 

Shanna Baldwin Moore, US trade winds gone crisp and cool the other side of my pillow

 

 

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