Haiku 1 - Neo Classical
April 2012
Neo-Classical Haiku
First Place
falling leaves
how will I know
my time has come
Susan Constable
Second Place
2012 March 11 and following days
cherry blossoms fade
petals drop slowly
each one a sad memory
Carolanne Reynolds
Third Place
Spring sun at my desk
illuminates the dark print
of the newspaper
Priscilla Lignori
Seven Honourable Mentions
(in no particular order)
gondoliers sing
in the cafes...
frozen canals
Dawn Bruce
earthquake ruins -
a battered cherry tree
blossoming
Natalia Kuznetsova
Exposing the sky
in the middle of the night –
the spring thunderstorm
Priscilla Lignori
march wake
around the open casket
a forced spring
meeah cross
drought
the garden gate
swings open
Angela Leuck
late winter
the ache in my bones
as I lay them down
Kat Creighton
through the fog the last train whistles past November
Elaine Hallahan
Zatsuei
(Haiku of Merit, in no particular order in terms of merit but in the alphabetical order of authors’ surname)
ready to sprout
daisy roots plumped
by melted snow
Sheila Bello
crocus shoots
beyond patches of snow
April honeymoon
Maxianne Berger
his last words
whispered too low...
winter moon
Dawn Bruce
a light dusting
of spring snow-
cardinal song
Pamela Cooper
summer sky
I slip
into my garden
Marje A. Dyck
a dragonfly passes
the hum
of its wings
Marje A. Dyck
under the porch light
the buzz of a brown beetle
again in my hair
paula fisher
for four weeks
I have waited: today –
two daffodils
Gillian Foss
ghosts of three eleven
beneath sakura blooms
flooded paper cranes
Victor P. Gendrano
spring moon--
wind stampedes the trees
through a town asleep
William Hart
twilight breeze
cherry blossoms fall
on his headstone
Alicia Hilton
bare elms
it’s the birds
I hear
Colin Stewart Jones
spring evening--
chattering birds perhaps sharing news
of a new world somewhere
Manu Kant
winter migration
flying north on the interstate -
snow birds
Joseph M. Kusmiss
hurricane's eye --
seeing roof tiles
whistle by
CaroleAnn Lovin
spring cleaning-
the screech of a jay
on the clothesline
Terra Martin
slow pace-
once again too early
for cherry blossoms
Terra Martin
job hunting . . .
winter rain pounds
the glass roof
John McManus
first sign of spring-
the top-floor windows
filled with jacaranda
Devika Menon
spring . . .
the old pond
is not quiet
Ruth Mittelholtz
streak of red
in blackthorn bush
robin takes flight
Elizabeth Rose Murray
ice cold moon
the whisk of an owl’s feet
leaving the tree
Patricia Prime
forgotten frost ~
temple bells echo in
fragrant breeze
Narayanan Raghunathan
in the market
heaps of watermelon -
smell of summer
Geethanjali Rajan
A swarm of fish
with the moon in the river
flashing to delta
Riitta Rossilahti
late snow
melts on browsers' boots
seed packets
Ann K. Schwader
children
laughing, playing-
yellow daffodils
William Seiyo Shehan
I wake up knowing,
don't know why,
spring has arrived.
Igor Shugan
garden pond
tadpoles taking turns
to sunbathe
André Surridge
Snowdrops,
the annunciation
of Our Lady of Hope
Florence Vilén
fresh linen
on the guest bed
spring arrives
Neal Whitman
freed by my rake
oak leaves trapped all winter
in a cedar hedge
Sheila Bello
The lake glazed over.
With their breasts, ducks
break remaining ice
Gerd Boerner
through evening silence
the love song begins
bull frogs
Dawn Bruce
snow laden trail
how his hands have withered
since our last walk
Kat Creighton
white butterflies
amongst purple thistle
mid-September haze
Marje A. Dyck
la primavera
s’è posata sui prati
e li ha fioriti
Spring
alighted on the meadows
and made them bloom
Moussia Fantoli
spring rain
the cannas bob
heavy heads
paula fisher
trailing its prey
the mantis sways
with the leaf
Nana Fredua-Agyeman
rain forecast
even the crickets
refuse to sing
Victor P. Gendran
the robin’s call
time to clean
the garage
Alicia Hilton
new moon:
finding hope
after divorce
Alicia Hilton
back on the porch
with mud on his paws and mud
on my moccasins
Hans Jongman
three days rain
beside the old red MG
yellow cannas
Howard Lee Kilby
another spring --
the tree clings to Earth
reaching for stars
CaroleAnn Lovin
among the snowdrops
flying low --
first bumblebee
Tomislav Maretic
blossoms
instead of leaves-
spring
Terra Martin
wet snow
now bare
handed
john martone
yellowhammers
scour the winter stubble . . .
hunger pangs
John McManus
sudden shower
in the spring forest
scent of humus
Ruth Mittelholtz
barnacles crackle
in afternoon sun -
low spring tide
Elizabeth Rose Murray
wild blackberry
blossoms already falling --
white butterflies
Shirley A. Plummer
lingering day ~
scented dreams in
sparrows’ songs
Narayanan Raghunathan
monsoon~
only a hint of sky
in the puddles
Geethanjali Rajan
forecast hail
rushing to move potted plants
for only a bit of rain
Brenda Roberts
warm breeze
out of nowhere
wild plum blooms
Ann K. Schwader
hazy moon
the first stirrings
of seeds
Ann K. Schwader
sunrise
the tiger lilies
all curled up
Marie Shimane
shrine pathway
the dead leaves crushing
…the only noise
Guy Simser
twitch of her nose
leads to a fence covered
in star jasmine
André Surridge
cambia la luce
è presto per pensarti
fino a sera?
the light is changing
is it early yet to think
of you until dusk?
Feu Violet
an albatross goose
shunned by the flock
frost delay
Neal Whitman