April 2016
MWG’s 2016 Write a Haiku! project brought in a hundred and thirty submissions this year. People wrote haiku at Aesop’s Tables, Harlow’s Pub, Nonie’s Restaurant & Bakery , Vicuña Chocolate, as well as in the Toadstool Bookshop, Steele’s Stationers, and the Peterborough Town Library. Some enthusiasts sent haiku via email. We were delighted to receive them all! Thank you to committee members George Duncan, Sara Miller and Tina Rapp and all those who participated.
The following haiku and haiku-like poems were selected to share on MWG’s website.
Thank you and enjoy…
Anonymous
“Haiku”
fine, Haiku?
Do you speak English?
No, do you?
Anonymous
Outside is negative
Inside is positive
Boiler is drinking gas
Fran Austin
(1 year cancer survivor)
Anniversary
Of something bad is good
Amazing but true
bryguy350@yahoo.com
Sweet, dark and silky
Who is she?
No, it’s chocolate
Michael Conley
Warm, toasty pub room
Bones uncoiling, looser now
Ready for the ale.
Ann B. Day
Autumn’s beaver moon
Slips between midnight’s dark clouds
Playing hide and seek
Carol Ann Edscorn
I will go hunting—
Killing birthday cake myself
Celebrating life.
Alice Fogel
Ice and snow at home
Sunset on the Golden Gate
Dreaming weather dreams
Melissa French
I will miss pudgy
Sticky fingers tangled hair
Tantrums not so much
Jim Fowler
juncos
Shake snow from the hemlock
cardinals
Jim Giddings
Night, Red sickle moon
Its bright up-tilted horn sets
A high roof on fire
Wendy Keith
My color is blue
It isn’t sad—it’s skyward
Directional hue
Bev Kemp
Red leaves on the trees
Like flannels on the wash line
Forecasting winter
Linda Kepner
Now I have to think
I don’t do haiku well, though.
Take what you can get.
Dalia Kintisch, age 5
We’re learning about
Animals, painting, moving,
The Gingerbread man!
B Klatsky
Stream’s still half-frozen
The Falls never turned to ice
Some things never change
Terry Lantz
Moonlight touching dusk.
Nestled deep in winter quilts
Small hands grasp the night.
Joe Lipetri
Darkness lingers as
Mist walks across the water—
East sky glows orange
Mary Elizabeth McClellan
Winter sun calling.
Philodendron traveling.
Down, up, and forward.
Linda Thomas
Dragonfly at dusk
Dives and darts to sup mid-air
One less gnat to swat
