| spring breeze— I catch the tune she leaves behind |
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—Kala Ramesh Pune, Maharashtra, India |
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| cloudless sky the baaing of penned sheep |
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—Carolyn Hall San Francisco, California |
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| hot afternoon the squeak of my hands on my daughter’s coffin |
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—Lenard D. Moore Raleigh, North Carolina |
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| woodland path– a small flower bends our knees |
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—Connie Donleycott Bremerton, Washington |
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| a salmon leaps Grandpa starts to sing with a brogue |
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—William Cullen, Jr. Brooklyn, New York |
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| warm evening an open door to someone's living room |
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—John Stevenson Nassau, New York |
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| one egg rattling in the pot autumn rain |
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—Sandra Simpson Tauranga, New Zealand |
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| Remembrance Day— the thin sound of a bugle wavers in the rain |
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—John Crook Bloxham, Oxfordshire, England |
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| a little inn with a swinging sign-board . . . the evening chill |
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—Michael McClintock
Fresno, California |
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| sent back out for something I forgot winter stars |
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—Rick Tarquinio Bridgeton, New Jersey |
The above haiku were originally published in various editions of The Heron's Nest,
a widely read international journal of haiku
that appears in hard copy and online at http://www.theheronsnest.com/.
