Saturday Morning Haikus
(...and Tankas)
Reiss McInally
They look softer, warm;
cosy how you stretch the sleeves -
they don't wear on you
Out on potted plants,
garden red, wet from morning,
ladybirds shine orange
MariaLisa Itzoe
Haiku Number 1
A bunny hopping.
Dew-drops on flower petals.
Spring is unfolding.
Tanka Number 2
The puppy snoring
softly as she lays in bed.
Of what does she dream?
Still, between the two of us.
I know that I am at home.
TyLisa Conklin
Haiku Number 2
Flaky crust crunches,
from the freshly baked croissant’s
melted chocolate.
Tanka Number 2
Our town is rural,
where I grew up.
With seasons so beautiful,
I cannot choose a favorite…
My horse likes rolling in snow.
Nicole Shields
Spring
The innocent lamb
The pure white wool in the field
The sun is smiling.
Green Tea
The sweet bitter taste
Intertwining and boiling
Cupping my warm tongue.
Porridge
My hot thick soft bowl
That welcomes the morning sun
Heating up my soul.
Clothing
Covering my flesh,
You are hiding my soft skin:
Protect me from them.
Cherry Blossom
I am the flower
I blossom and fall away;
I opened for you,
Boiled the kettle for you,
Poured it on my heart and died.
Countryside
Emptiness haunting.
The golden dust has settled,
The animals watch,
The footprints will never come.
The faerie folk can dance now.
Andi Talbot
I breathe it all in landscape
fusing traditions
I sit with my tea
thinking of those before me
and those who came before that.
Walking hometown streets
just as years before we did
Nothing much has changed
It is only us, perhaps
Everything else is the same.