May 2015
Thank you for daring to haiku!
MWG’s Dare to Write a Haiku event has ended with great success! The gathering at the Peterborough Town Library on the final reading evening on April 16th drew more than one hundred attendees. The Peterborough Town Library, Vicuna Chocolate Factory and Café and Aesop’s Tables at The Toadstool Bookshop were especially helpful in promoting the initiative. Thank you, committee members George Duncan, Maggie Kemp, Sara Miller, Susan Murata, and Becky Sakellariou, and all the haiku authors who contributed their work.
The following haiku and haiku-like poems were selected as representative of 260 submissions to Dare to Write a Haiku by more than 130 individuals.
Thank you and enjoy…
Denise Ginzler
Red among the green
summer melts into autumn
One leaf at a time.
Annie Graves
snowfall delicate
as haiku dropping on glass
waits to be unread
Susie Spikol Faber
Baldwin apples ripe
Sweet tart autumn here
In old Shea’s field
Melissa M.
Long sleep among trees
Pink lady slipper orchids
Dancing on the edge
John Chambers
A white day –
snow crisscrossing
a dark trunk
Linda
Trembling beech leaves
Winter’s light
Pale flames on gray
Larry Phillips
JAZZ
discordant notes burst,
into improvisation’s
mingled melody
Susan Pope
strokes of smooth snow
brushed over earth’s face
kabuki mask
Laura Traffie
snow piles up
covering windows
my cocoon
Amy Spitzfaden
Dripping in the sun
Unbeknownst to those below
The icicle falls.
Roy Sunter
hermit thrush
flutes in the temple
at twilight
Tina Rapp
ripe peonies
feed the soul
Twitter feeds
Renee C. Archibald
sitting here alone
dipping the brush in blue paint
the first stroke is made
Julia Paige Breckenridge
A flower garland
Being held by a dancer
Sways with the music
Cornelius Bull
Adirondack chair
waiting for me at the end
of the forest path
Putnam Ercoline
In the sun I dream
that the snow has retreated
from my window pane
Kay Kereazis
Great grandson
He’d love to stick his tongue out
And catch the snow.
Margret Kolbjornsen
Molly, Taking care of her friend.
A worm for the baby sparrow
Rodger Martin
March sun thaws the dregs
of winter
Frost heaves.
