Day 3 was all about that funny little form the haiku. Some people complained; others moaned; but everyone took a shot (or even several shots) at writing this Japanese classic. Here are some of the pieces that made me stop and ponder.
Crescent moon at dawn
frosted blossoms bowing low
to the rising light
Lorraine Hart |lorrainehartAT NOSPAMgmail dot com
drift over the sun.
Hawks snatch their prey.
Margaret Fieland |infoAT NOSPAMmargaretfieland dot com
On a cold blue morning
A mole’s destiny
Judy Brassard |judyb144AT NOSPAMhotmail dot com
Pitter-patter shore of flamenco
Zona Yi-Ping Tsou |besidelakeAT NOSPAMgmail dot com
yellow jackets hum
hanging on old-barked branches
late for the party
Khara House |leftnwrite08AT NOSPAMyahoo dot com
Girls in the driveway
hopping up and down, twirling,
above white clouds dance.
patti williams |pwilliamswriterAT NOSPAMaol dot com
Flaming trees herald
the last drunken flight of butterflies
before the first frost
A.C. Leming |fackorfAT NOSPAMhotmail dot com
Two trails through cracked leaves.
Light and twigs cast chickenscratch
Warmly on two trails.
David Edwards |zehayeAT NOSPAMmsn dot com
as wet as the pond
fishing with my son
in the June rain
Mike Barzacchini |mjbarzAT NOSPAMyahoo dot com
My corgis pause
to water the dogwoods;
coats wet with spring dew
Marcus Smith |sleeperdesuAT NOSPAMhotmail dot com
wind whips aloft
fire light filtered through
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