niedziela, 29 listopada 2015
A Bowl of Cherries
Composed On-Line At The Haiku Foundation
June – November 2015
a bowl of cherries
sitting on each white plate
someone’s name
~Lynne Rees
under a canvas tent
the snap of a breeze
~Barbara Kaufmann
passersby stop
to applaud a subway
saxophone player
~Karen Cesar
sweet reminiscences
of our bygone days
~Barbara A. Taylor
yet again
the moon lights the loggerhead
as she digs
~Paul MacNeil
with the twittering
morning mist clears away
~Maria Tomczak
---
from the mountain top
Puyallup natives trace
their lands below
~Carmen Sterba
who left the doors open
to Valhalla?
~Polona Oblak
rusty roofing iron
repurposed
as a letterbox
~Sandra Simpson
#smitten #diamond #yes
#winterwedding
~Christopher Patchel
at the Marquise
a clandestine romp
in neon flicker
~Judt Shrode
his better half chambers
another round just because
~Betty Shropshire
after a while
the life boat for refugees
hardly floating
~Vasile Moldovan
the first pawlonia leaf
to touch the soil
~Maureen Virchau
how the setting moon
fills the garden
with darkness!
~Gabriel Sawicki
I stagger through cricket songs
impaired by Gandalf Grog
~Patrick Sweeney
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all the children
mark off their days
with chunky crayons
~Beth McFarland
jackets warming
by the wood burning stove
~Joel
a peal of bells
from across town
announces early Mass
~Marion Clarke
the border collie
herds freshly shorn ewes
~Agnes Eva Savich
fools
always find a perfect one:
apple blossom
~Todd Treloar-Rhodes
on the count of three
we let the kite go
~Liz Ann Winkler
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