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January 2024 – Haiku About Winter
Haiku of the Day for January 2024 on the theme of "Winter" as selected by Gilles Fabre.
a cormorant dives into it
a seagull flies over it:
first landscape I see this year
—Suzuki Masajo
no one when I come
no one when you come
the second day of the year
—Igarashi Bansui
mountain wind
through my ribcage
already
—Ken Jones
First snow—
thankfully
I am in my hermitage
—Matsuo Bashō
A bitter morning:
sparrows sitting together
without any necks.
—James W Hackett
somehow you bloomed there,
on this radioactive soil
wild lily
—Kaneko Tohta
dinner over
in the bowl
one grain
—Jim Norton
a red apple
a green apple
on top of the table
—Shiki
You can’t even see his shadow
but he’s there
the kingfisher
—Kenneth White
cat dozing on the stove—
is there one thing
he doesn’t know?
—Tomiyasu Fusei
The Universe is a mystery
he says, observing
his plot of leeks
—Jean Antonini
Lightning
from the north
so I gaze toward the north
—Takako Hashimoto
the face of the Buddha
different on each side―
a lunar eclipse
—David Burleigh
Winter plum tree:
tell us
where they serve very good sake
—Seigetsu
To pass a dog gently
over a fence
is one of the pleasures
of the wandering journey
—Tito
(after Bashō’s Kakitsubata haiku, Fulham, London, 17.2.72)
Frosty wind —
swollen with mumps
the face of a man in pain
—Matsuo Bashō
dawn
a single bird
opens the world
—Daniel Birnbaum
Five or six people
with tea cakes
sitting around the hearth
—Matsuo Bashō
city building site
grey in the moonlight
the stillness of cranes
—Amanda Bell
Winter seclusion—
again, resting
against this pillar
—Matsuo Bashō
with its white wings
embracing the madder red dawn
one Winter heron
—Kotaka Kiryūshi
Garden stones,
all day long,
forever
—Kyoshi
In the night
the sound of the oil radiator
Solitary winter
—Patrick Blanche
After death
six foot under the earth’s frost
will be enough
—Katō Shūson
thrown there on the deck
the horizon
in the eye of a dead fish
—Alain Kervern
Winter rain garden
view deepening
one stone
—Mitsu Suzuki
grey morning another pinch of pepper for the ramen broth
—Stuart Quine
winter solstice
losing its last red leaf
crepe myrtle
—William Scott Galasso
winter chill
the smoke part of me
drifts off
—Jim Kacian
first snowflakes
the wings of a black swan
become white
—Eufemia Griffo
Frog, so green—
are you
fresh painted?
—Akutagawa
February 2024 – Haiku About Short Ku
Haiku of the Day for February 2024 on the theme of "Short Ku" as selected by Lisa Gerlits
no time
like now
mayflies
—Jeff Hoagland
suddenly rain suddenly stops
—Denise Fontaine-Pincince
( emptinest )
—Annette Makino
raven
the forest
e x p a n d s
—Tanya McDonald
fireflies
I catch
myself
—Robert Epstein
milk moon
my palms full
of light
—Mary Stevens
dark energy matters
—Agnes Eva Savich
mansplaining
mansplaining
—Nathanael Tico
wishbone we break up
—Nicky Gutierrez
raindrops
deciding
not to
—Bill Kenney
wind uprivering ripples
—Brad Bennet
imposter syndrome
—Antoinette Cheung
burqa
and yet
catcalls
—Vandana Parashar
crashing
against the shore
moonlight
—Jacob Salzer
her
being
dead
goes
on
—John Stevenson
after light rain, dark water
—John Barlow
bro ken
—Helen Ogden
autumn
deepening
breaths
—Sarah E. Metzler
snow…
a hare…
a path…
—Mary McCormack
Not tonight “.”
—Jim Chessing
her touch at dusk moonflower
—j rap
even
in the dark
daffodils
—Meredith Ackroyd
i th nk
—Elmedin Kadric
first star
the baby
hiccups
—Francine Banwarth
the silence we choose redwoods
—Aidan Castle
excuse:
sorry I was
me
—David Oates
I
dent
it(ch)y
—Fay Aoyagi
chasing cloud shadows I fail
—Matthew M. Cariello
enough
—p.h. fischer
March 2024 – Haiku About Play
Haiku of the Day for March 2024 on the theme of Play as selected by David Oates
working out
the fingering
winter moonlight
—Lisa Gerlits
afterglow
a swallowtail alights
on old graffiti
—Aidan Castle
kite festival
a murmuration of kids
on the beach
—Claire V. Camargo
first playmate
trading my Barbie doll
for her jade Buddha
—Jackie Chou
first love jumping through sprinklers
—Susan Burch
Scrabble on the first date
praying
not to get the Q
—Kelly Sargent
refugee camp sunset kids rest their stick ponies
—Marcie Rinka Wessels
first day of school
teaching the new girl
Miss Mary Mack
—Rowan Beckett
Einstein hair
under a black beret
chess player in the park
—Joseph P. Wechselberger
peeking through the slats
my imaginary friend
and I
—Mark Gilbert
honeysuckle
the laughter of children
climbing a fence
—Sue Courtney
squirrels chattering—
somewhere in the garage
my old walkie-talkies
—Edward Cody Huddleston
street workout
the world upside down
in a child’s eyes
—Marta Majorka Chociłowska
summer afternoon . . .
losing the superball
on the first bounce—Stanford M. Forrester
the child talks
to a pinned butterfly—
summer’s gone
—Ana Drobot
children playing —
a basket of daisies
spills on the field
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
playdough
my ongoing attempt
to make amends
—Michael Henry Lee
delta blues
a broken beer bottle
becomes music
Frank Higgins
a gospel song
trapped
in fog
—Roberta Beach Jacobson
open-air cinema
marilyn’s left eyebrow
a gum moth
—Marietta McGregor
in the street
children with turned up faces
dancing
—Maureen Sudlow
low tide—
a child holding seagull feathers
flaps his arms
—Terri L. French
puppet show…
king twirls his moustache
every now and then
—Lakshmi Iyer
three-year-old
asking name of changing shapes
in the sky
—R.K. Singh
playing Barbie
with the grandkids…
we talk divorce
—Lew Watts
talking about Pluto
the ping pong ball spins
off the table
—Jacob D. Salzer
lone golfer
his hole-in-one witnessed by
a squirrel
—John J. Dunphy
afternoon t-ball
my son picks dandelions
in left field
—Deborah P Kolodji
“Cousin Doll”
and “Grandchild Doll”
she names them
—Kobayashi Issa
trans. by David Lanoue
pole dancer
on the streetcar
age five
—David Lanoue
gathering balls
in the last light—
end of summer
—Jim Kacian
April 2024 – Haiku About ‘A Light Touch’
Haiku of the Day for April 2024 on the theme of 'a light touch' as selected by Deb Koen
just when I needed it
a junco hopping up
the porch steps
—Michael Ketchek
spring wind—
she stands
on the pedals
—Laurie D. Morrissey
before sleep
laughing to myself
at myself
—Tom Clausen
spring break
I change my lipstick
to Pink Plum
—Catherine Anne Nowaski
morningloriesky
—LeRoy Gorman
bathroom spider…
don’t worry
I’m not shy
—Julie Schwerin
cheap motel the time of our lives
—Tom Painting
with the slap
of a beaver’s tail
spring thaw
—Sam Bateman
shortcut
almost forgetting
how slippery
mud is
—Karen Sohne
Fawn Darners
lending some light
to the dying day
—Ken Tennessen
candidate in a convertible
waves to the right,
waves to the left
—Charles Trumbull
company coming
I nudge a little spider
into its hole
—Ferris Gilli
winter seclusion
mandarin oranges
in a blue bowl
—Pamela A. Babusci
Valentine’s Day sharing my passion fruit yogurt
—Deanna Tiefenthal
daybreak
blueberries purple
the pancakes
—Ben Gaa
first snow
everyone else forgets
how to drive
—Carolyn Coit Dancy
fourth of july
big pajama bottoms
on a motor bike
—John Stevenson
rolls over again
the world, us with it
spring mud
—Joyce Clement
dandelion wishes
despite all my therapy
he’s no better
—Julie Schwerin
on the power line
a crow inches closer
to another
—Philomene Kocher
breezy shadows
a common sooty-wing
alights on my path
—Marshall Hryciuk
slipping in
beneath the kitchen door
—first sunlight
—Kala Ramesh
school bus stop
first grader strapped
to a backpack
—Randy Brooks
this dewdrop world
is but a dewdrop world
and yet—
—Kobayashi Issa
autumn evening—
hearing the young women laugh
as they walk by
—Lee Strong
spirit bear lantern—
seeing through the mist
of my own breath
—Vicki McCullough
old red barn
memories of canoodling
in the hayloft
—Jerome Cushman
African drums cd
skips a beat
Alaska Highway
—kjmunro
summer stars
my children ask me
to name a favorite
—Tom Painting
New Year’s Day—
giving the etch-a-sketch
a good shake
—Mary Stevens
May 2024 – Haiku About Home
Haiku of the Day for May 2024 on the theme of Home as selected by Sharon Morrison
sunny morning —
sound of large bird feet
on the tin roof
—Janice Bostok
curve of the water jug —
the whole family
eating dinner
—K. Ramesh
summer wind —
the sewing machine whirring
on the sleeping porch
—J Q Zheng
dawn
tenement windows raised —
glowing cigarettes
—John McDonald
interstitial spaces—
the voices of chimneys
and water pipes
—Allison Douglas-Tourner
In its onyx goblet
a sprig of red azaleas
spellbound
—Ken Jones
beneath the table
unseen but warm on my knees
—low-raking sun-set
—Graham High
her study
moonlight leafs silently
through open books
—John Parsons
verandah glows
under paper lanterns
scratch birthday cake
—Marshall Hryciuk
green on the hills
a tiny bug marches through
my open door
—Jack Barry
on the writing desk
wondering where to place
single plum flower
—Naho Sugita
mackerel sky —
in the window
a line of quinces
—Ion Codrescu
a lump in my throat
porch lights
seen from the woods
—Louise Carson
skylight
a possum's paw print
on the moon
—Lorin Ford
where my home
once stood—
wild hyacinths
—Carole MacRury
In the pine-lined room
twin beds
tongue and groove
—Ken Jones
a baby’s voice
in the other room
dawn through the curtains
—Jack Barry
this old house
the happy creak
of a cork
—Deb Koen
Xmas morning
toys on his windowsill
wrapped in sunrise
—Ernest Berry
thank you another
morning to walk on
a bare floor
—John Martone
kneading bread
my mother’s handwriting
on the recipe card
—kjmunro
kitchen party
all night the dishes
jigg(l)ing
—Roland Packer
cool
cat stretched out
on the heat register
—Rachel Garber
Rain so loud on the roof with you away
—Karen Sohne
home from work
a day’s heat
in the vestibule
—John Stevenson
This whole infuriating life
not overwhelming
old pajamas
—Ron Baatz
outside my window
the clack of castanets —
a grasshopper in flight
—Elehna de Sousa
Save me
all the laughter you can
in the drawer
of the carving table
—Frederico Garcia Lorca
morning newspapers
stacked beneath bay windows
elevate the cat
—Gerald Vizenor
quarter to six
in the alarm clock’s glass
treetops sway
—Dee Evetts
soft lamplight
starched sheets
folded back
—Ken Jones
June 2024 – Haiku About Repetition
Haiku of the Day for June 2024 on the theme of Repetition as selected by Vandana Parashar
the road behind the road ahead
—Brad Bennett
this life of burrowing burrowing owls
—Claire Vogel Camargo
skinny-dipping in a sky-blue sky robins
—Rupa Anand
winter morning
clouds parting ways
for more clouds
—Ben Gaa
strawberry season
acres and acres
of bent backs
—Gregory Longenecker
skin on skin
a ripened mango
offers its sweetness
—Rowan Beckett
the wind in a leaf in the wind
—Srini
shearing shed
one by one sheep
bolt into the sun
—Linda Papanicolaou
every katydid thought katydid interrupted
—Jeff Hoagland
brick by brick by brick by hook or by crook economy
—Alan Summers
a password
to access my passwords
the hummingbird’s tongue
—Carolyn Hall
painting the sea
she lets water do
what water does
—Mimi Ahern
machete
used to cut the cane
use to cut the neighbours
—Bryan Rickert
beach resort waves fold and unfold and fold froth
—Lakshmi Iyer
empty field empty sky another night untouched
—Orrin Prejean
diseases you never heard of heard of you
—Ruth Holzer
in my rear view
a woman puts on makeup
in her rear view
—Ravi Kiran
the dog’s path
less straight
than the path
—Allan Burns
day’s end
the length of my fish
the length of my father’s fish
—Chad Lee Robinson
palm canyon
our pace the pace
of the rain
—Victor Ortiz
boys killing a snake
because it’s a snake —
dust devils
—Bob Lucky
all those haiku
about the moon in the trees,
the moon in the trees
—John Stevenson
the answer is yes no yes breaking waves
—Robert Epstein
drip by drip
the moonlight lengthens
in the icicle
—David Cobb
rain settles
some of the pollen
some of the plans
—Peggy Willis Lyles
spring thaw
the river takes
the river away
—Joan Iversen Goswell
all them dishes
in the kitchen SINK SINK
SINK TITANIC
—David Caruso
almost dawn
cupped in the curve of the moon
the rest of the moon
—Christopher Herold
still afternoon
the sky, the pond
…the pond, the sky
—Adelaide B. Shaw
a basket of shells
other tides wetting
other children
—Marietta McGregor
July 2024 – Haiku About Climate Change
Haiku of the Day on the theme of Climate Change as selected by Helen Ogden
heat dome
the walnut armoire’s
muffled krak
—Connie Hutchison
boats at mooring
a hot wind wrinkles
the reflections
—Richard Tice
growing in the middle
of the mown meadow
heat shimmer
—Tom Sacramona
withering blossoms
the bee’s conversation
with the beekeeper
—Paula Sears
heat lightning
the ice settles
in my glass
—Cam M. Sato
dark and stormy night
sharing our stories
of climate change
—Kristen Lindquist
sleepless heat
the muezzin’s call
turns me inside out
—Agnes Eva Savich
sultry night
her fingers stroke the neck
of the fiddle
—Ben Gaa
heatwave
the staccato
of a nail gun
—Tom Painting
wavy heat
I grow tired
of half-mast flags
—Crystal Simone Smith
dog days
the overheated air
their views
—Helen Buckingham
the heat
a toddler swipes back
at the tomcat
—Dyana Basist
days of heat
splitting the melon
between us
—Susan Yavaniski
at the front edge
of fire season—
ripening apricots
—Susan Antolin
hot dry day
the pop pop pop
of pine cones
—Sally Biggar
midday heat
the lumberjack rests
in the shade
—Greg Schwartz
crescent moon
the silver
of charred pines
—Brad Bennett
all-day sunset
leaves coated in ash
from a distant forest
—Annette Makino
smoky haze…
my thoughts drift
to the dinosaurs
—Tom Clausen
beaver dam
salmon seek refuge
from the drought
—Debbie Strange
cost of living increase
another species
goes extinct
—Angela Terry
record heat
a beetle drops dead
from the lint trap
—Evan Vandemeer
taken by wildfire
one house
not the other
—Jacquie Pearce
missing the house mudslide —Marci McGill
climate change of scenery
—Sharon Martina
global warming
fewer
firefly poems
—Michael Battisto
midnight oil
not knowing where to start
to stop burning
—Mike Gallagher
emissions rise
memorizing the scent
of April snow
—Sharon Wesoky
anthropocene palms lean into the sea
—Matthew Caretti
the ocean down my street rising sunset
—Chuck Brickley
nearing the end
of its shelf life…
Thwaites glacier
—Laurie Greer
August 2024 – Haiku About Migration
Haiku of the Day on the theme of Migration as selected by Chandra Bales
nothing moves:
not dry grass, not water,
not the blue heron
—Richard Tice
college graduation—
a butterfly disappears
without a sound
—Jacob D. Salzer
missing you—
slowly the ceiling fan
comes to a stop
—Michael Dylan Welch
off-center kiss
the moon enters
earth’s shadow
—Tanya McDonald
one by one
the house lights follow me
to bed
—Mary Stevens
all night long
wandering around
your short-term memory
—Danny Blackwell
the river’s mouth
no end to the end
of the journey
—Michele Root-Bernstein
empty nest
ballooning spiders
caught by the breeze
—Joanne van Helvoort
final resting place…
wherever
the wind decides
—Michele L. Harvey
night train
we all think we know
where we’re going
—John Stevenson
out beyond the lit night sky meteor belief
—Jim Kacian
the slow movement
toward wholeness…
crescent moon
—P. H. Fischer
holding hands
his tremor
becomes hers
—Ben Oliver
first light
a crow carries the sky
on its back
—Karina M. Young
end of a long drive
the cooling sea
around my ankles
—Leanne Mumford
her death date
I pause the river
in my cupped hands
—Carolyn Hall
end-stage…
the scent of rain
before it falls
—Edward Cody Huddleston
flying west
the sun sets and sets
ahead of a storm
—Agnes Eva Savich
summer waves…
the moon glides
to my shore
—Alice Frampton
returning them
for more polish
skipping stones
—Jeff Hoagland
I Ching
the shifting constellation
of snow geese
—Victor Ortiz
low tide
footprints going nowhere…
…both ways
—Terri L. French
farewell pool party
the fading footprints
of my friends
—j rap
bird shadow
from tree shadow
to fence shadow
—Christopher Herold
new voice
in the choir—
migrant warbler
—Barbara Feehrer
hospice
we never knew
he could sing
—Roberta Beary
seagull cries un-mooring the morning light
—Helen Ogden
cow bells
floating over the breeze
wild oregano
—Angela Terry
monarchs returning to pure instinct
—Dave Bonta
last town before the border goldfinch
—Aidan Castle
August dusk—
I drive straight
into autumn
—Robert Epstein
September 2024 – Haiku About Fresh Starts and Transitions
Haiku of the Day on the theme of Fresh Starts/Transitions as selected by Roland Packer
reconvening the world dawn chorus
—Nancy Orr
morning glory
waiting for dawn
to enter the gate
—Beverly Acuff Momoi
first day of kindergarten
the reach
of pumpkin tendrils
—Kelly Sargent
what’s left
of my childhood dreams—
scattered clouds
—Ana Drobot
she straightens
her brother’s wedding tie
late summer rain
—Bruce H. Feingold
outdoor wedding
two puddles
become one
—Edward Cody Huddleston
saucer of milk
the stray picks up
a name
—Tim Cremin
film school:
freshmen storyboarding
their origin myths
—Mark A. Forrester
final day
of the film festival—
fade to sunlight
—Deb Koen
sleep mode
the world beyond
my open windows
—Benedict Grant
hummingbird heart
against my rescuing palm
spark bird
—Alanna C. Burke
widowed
a swan released
to the wild
—Luminita Suse
barefoot
I test the tide
without you
—Joanna Ashwell
new scar
the rodeo clown
paints a bigger smile
—Frank Higgins
time to shuck
unopened oysters—
retirement
—James Penha
Grand Canyon trip
Mom tells me I’ll soon be
a brother
—Charles Trumbull
lotus viewing
the flowering
within
—Kala Ramesh
first cry…
I too am born
a mother
—Agnes Eva Savich
driving by our old house
someone else’s child
runs into the street
—Mary Ann Conley
the growing sinkhole in the road to memory
—George Swede
coming-of-age
my Barbie and I
grandmothers
—Barrie Levine
first day of fall
the preschooler asks
who I want to be
—Valorie Broadhurst Woerdehoff
for I who go
for you who stay—
two inaugurations
—Barry George
new world order—
the fly in the ointment
starts to swim
—Robert Epstein
cease fire the heat surrenders to night
—Cynthia Anderson
talk beneath the stars …
each of us going to build
lives back home
—Randy Brooks
divorce
one loose thread
and the story unravels
—Scott Wiggerman
foreclosure
a barn spider ties up
loose ends of light
—Debbie Strange
hospice bed
forming
her chrysalis
—David Kāwika Eyre
a womb
for this world
morning mist
—Jennifer Hambrick
October 2024 – Haiku About Relationships
Haiku of the Day on the theme of Relationships as selected by Zoanne and Rich Schnell
Well brought up, The daughter’s excuse Hangs together well.
—Issa
in a dream
my little girl self reaches up
and tugs on my jacket pocket
—Philomene Kocher
alone at last
i wonder where
everyone is
—George Swede
two fishermen
one of them
wants to talk
—Deb Koen
chosen family
the oak tree
woven with crows
—Aidan Castle
commercial break—
the cat and I
head for the kitchen
—William J. Higginson
train whistle—
I remember the warmth
of your hand
—Penny Harter
alone tonight
with the tadpoles
with the universe—Gabriel Rosenstock
new boyfriend
he takes her car without permission
for the first/last time
—kjmunro
while cycling, telling my wife to keep her mouth closed I swallow a fly
—rich schnell
the morning no-sounds
of no Desirée
sun on her grave
—Claudia Radmore
sunrise
across the dining car
an exchange of hometowns
—Jacquie Pearce
reunion:
a pause
before each hug
—Ruth Yarrow
early spring walk
your hand
in my pocket
—Roberta Beary
without consent
my old sneakers
in the trash
—Tom Clausen
moonlight lingers—
the porch where
we just kissed
—Michael Ketchek
between each wave
my children
disappear
—Marco Fraticelli
deep space
what we keep from our children
what they keep from us
—Terry Ann Carter
the one I love
sitting out back
with the feral cats
—Lee Gurga
spring breeze—
the pull of her hand
as we near the pet store
—Michael Dylan Welch
first warm day—
two old women bring daisies
to a gravesite
—Jim Kacian
seeing them through
my guest’s eyes
cobwebs!
—Angela Leuck
e-mail affair—
her attachment
gives me a virus
—Stanford Forrester
Visiting the graves;
The old dog
Leads the way.—Issa
my Panda
you always come to visit
when I do laundry
—Shey Schnell
another war begins
my husband and I
stop bickering
—Margaret Chula
moving day
the other men
in her life
—John Stevenson
longing to be near her
i remember my shirt
hanging in her closet
—nick avis
the sedum turned wine red—
yet again I am offered
a seat on the bus
—Vicki McCullough
Blowing a kiss
to his boyfriend,
captain of the rugby team.
—Alexis Rotella
bedtime
the cat lets the dog out
the airlock
—LeRoy Gorman
November 2024 – Haiku About Autumn Shadows
Haiku of the Day on the theme of Relationships as selected by Zoanne and Rich Schnell
goblins at the door
in the darkness behind them
a cigarette flares
—John Stevenson
my heart
the shape of bed sheets
in the dark
—John Newson
dark pumpkin the door bell bell bell
—Chad Lee Robinson
the scarlet
of her garlic breath
Dia de los Muertos
—Victor Ortiz
All Soul’s Day
more rust than gold
the goldenrod
—Nagori
redeemable bottles
what becomes
of the soul
—Scott Mason
cave mouth
my inner child still believes
in dragons
—Edward Cody Huddleston
over the flowing water
chasing its shadow –
the dragonfly
—Chiyo-ni
open all night
the waitress gazes into
her reflection
—Bill Kinney
a rainy day inside what I am
—Lori Becherer
nearly clear-cut…
the phantom pain
of a forest
—Jennifer Thierman
evening darkness –
a toad spits out
the moon
—Shiki
autumn color every shade of regret
—Beverly Acuff Momoi
our laughing shadows
in late afternoon
moss-covered lanterns
—Terry Ann Carter
dissolving
into the cool night air
the call of an owl
—Susan Antolin
one
by one
drifting down
the birdless
feathers
—Tanya McDonald
using its
outdoor voice, the wind
whooshing leaves
—Sarah Paris
deckle-edged snapshots
the shadow
of a doubt
—Carolyn Hall
boarded up mall
the fall sale going on
and on
—Kathryn Bold
The Orionids…
kicking through a constellation
of dry leaves
—Julie Schwerin
shadows
outside
the cage
—Gary Hotham
wild night
the autumn wind
walks the attic
—Mary Stevens
what woke me…
silhouettes of spruces point
to Polaris
—Kristen Lindquist
the other side of the wall
a rattling of things –
a cold night
—Buson
graveyard twilight:
shadows of an oak branch
in her hand
—Lenard D. Moore
setting sun
a heron’s shadow
fades to dusk
—Marilyn Ashbaugh
November 27
inky caps dissolving a dark conspiracy
—Cherie Hunter Day
her ashes
on my fingertips
the breath of an owl
—Aidan Castle
as old gods go…
the silver-gray gleam
of a dying beech
—Michele Root-Bernstein
fall into winter
the leaf and its shadow
frozen together
—Brad Bennett
December 2024 – Haiku About Reflections
Haiku of the Day on the theme of Reflection as selected by Jackie Chou
department store mirrors
a skinny mannequin
follows me
—Kelly Sargent
leftover rain
lotus leaves collect
small round mirrors
—Kathabela Wilson
hair salon
a young boy smiles
in the mirror
—Tuyet Van Do
streak of light
the shadow of Giza
in my eye
—Neena Singh
colouring
this long rain
pink geraniums
—Rupa Anand
flood plain
a red barn succumbs
to its reflection
—Debbie Strange
winter gloom the nougat candy eyes me back
—Sheila Barksdale
catching the worm
a fish slips into
my reflection
—Vandana Parashar
babirusa
on its tusks
a puddle’s perspective
—Richard Thomas
deep fall
the way I see myself
in his eyes
—Claire Vogel Camargo
wardrobe mirror
the sparrow courts
his shadow
—R. Suresh Babu
a mirror
for the ladybird
dewdrop
—Richa Sharma
brief reflection
grandma polishes
her hip flask
—petro c.k
staring at the moon
trying to find
your reflection
—Mike Fainziber
yesterdays—
through the screen
the stars
—Lee Hudspeth
desert journey—
camels follow shadow
after shadow
—Pravat Kumar
peeling the skin
from your words—
the sky at sunset
—Joseph P Wechselberger
the shrinking pond –
a heron lurks a fish
from under clouds
—Mirela Brailean
an owl continually questions
my identity
as I watch the stars
—Joan Leotta
spring thaw
all the memories
she buried
—Reid Hepworth
Eiffel Tower
in those black sunglasses
her silhouette
—Irena Iris Szewczyk
quiet morning
I become the slow steps
of an egret
—Sharon Ferrante
watermelon harvest
the weight of a thought
sinks into the soil
—Nicholas Klacsansky
monday morning…
my reflections
in a teaspoon
—Myron Arnold
lingering
in the tidepool
a child’s gaze
—Greg Longenecker
blue snow
she asks if the night
is leaking
—Sandra St-Laurent
unfolding mimosa I let myself out of me
—Rashmi VeSa
washing windows —
my reflection
doesn’t recognize me
—Valorie Woerdehoff
lightening up
the preacher’s message
stained glass jesus
—Rowan Beckett Minor
tai chi
again i stand
corrected
—Michael Henry Lee
mirroring her pain-body goes up a size
—Julie Schwerin