in the gutter,
discarded, a cap collects
swirling leaves

by Paul Amphlett 

warm soup
letters of the alphabet
hang on a teaspoon

by Gail Goto

lingering heat
taste of hibiscus tea
on your lips

by Angèle Lux

rustling wind—
behind a rain cloud
the moon

by Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic

fresh snow
I almost missed
the swans

by Marie Summers

combing my hair—
the face in the mirror
is my mother's

by Sharon Peeples

the new baby arrives—
counting all the toes just to 
make sure

by Sharon Peeples

pretty blue flower
pressed flat in my book—
why did I pick you?

by Sarah Grether

bluebird's song—
it matters little
who is listening

by zaida lysle

beautiful doll—
a little girl
counts her pennies

by Tim Jamieson

time wasted
buzzing around flowers—
less time for honey

by zaida lysle

firefly -
light escaping
through my closed fist

by Sandy J. Anderson

may sunshine—
holding the door open 
for a ladybug 

by Bret Wooldridge

watching a plane
the kid playing third base
misses the ball

by Sandy J. Anderson

setting sun—
a longer shadow
over my haiku

by Tim Jamieson

driveway puddles
circles within circles—
fluttering wings

by Allen McGill

distant thunder:
a rag doll falls
in its own lap 

by Bret Wooldridge

field of wildflowers 
gently blow in the wind—
mother's cotton dress

by Marie Summers

empty triumph:
during our staring contest
my cat falls asleep

by Sandy J. Anderson

grey smoke
rising in the night—
her touch

by Marie Summers

folded napkin. . .
not intended to be
a permanent thing

by Erica Westcott

clink of dominos
under august wind
old men's pleasure

by Michelle Ballard

above the tree tops
the white dome
of the courthouse

by Michelle Ballard

april sunrise
adding more pink
to the canvas

by Ann Kaye

night sky—
the small boy
drawing starships

by Tim Jamieson

drifting snow—
the path to the outhouse
covered again

by Tim Jamieson

blue streaks–
the road home
in the moonlight

by Marie Summers

billowing curtain
sunlight darts
in and out

by Marie Summers

spring—
a bead of sap oozing
from the hand rail 

by Bret Wooldridge

march sunrise. . .
flowers mark the spot
of her gravesite

by Marie Summers

darkening sky …
the snake curves
into my path

by Kala Ramesh