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WALES HAIKU JOURNAL
SUMMER 2019
after love
the taste of wild
strawberries
a gust of spring
the playground swing sways
into my childhood
stillbirth...
her origami crane
unfolded again
Chen-ou Liu
wave after wave
the cold sea grows
warm on my skin
Agnes Eva Savich
a horseshoe leans
against the stake –
almost fall
early light
the tip of a fish hook
pops through a worm
Dan Salontai
fading daylight
the distant drumming
of a grouse
Laurie D. Morrissey
spring downpour—
the pink magnolia petals
shattered across the grass
ferns by the doorway
brown to translucence . . .
pattering October rain
reddening tops
of row after row of tasseled corn—
September dawn
Wally Swist
glint of trout
cars nosing forward
in the rain
Keith Polette
Moonflower
I brew tea
for my dead mother
A three-legged dog
follows me home–
end of autumn
Alexis Rotella
late fall rain
a passed-over squash
melting to seeds
partially snared
in a trap
the mouse’s tiny voice
a hickory leaf’s
slow descent
my dog tugs the leash
Warren Gossett
fingers sifting through
rose petals in a glass bowl —
sunlight returning
Jerome Gagnon
first snow
one shrivelled apple
in the fruit bin
Anna Cates
seeing it first
in his voice –
blue sheen of the grackle
beyond the waterfall roar
hand gestures
of the couple's conversation
measuring the spring rain
by lengths
of dandelions
Judson Evans
spring mist —
the thickness
of her forefinger
Goran Gatalica
path meandering
through the linden forest
nightingale song
Bruce H. Feingold
the whiteness of language under my hands
Shloka Shankar
crows and I
call this moment
through trees
under the pine
already
dusk
Owen Bullock
fading sun
out of sanddust
a crow's cry
David He Zhuanglang
his breathing
balanced between two twigs
hooded crow
cloudy afternoon
trying to map father
over the radiographer’s shoulder
Clare McCotter
killing a spider
to sleep alone all night
passing without dreams
Michael Feil
deadheading
your favourite rose
I think of her
before after the river on my tongue
Helen Buckingham
crossing the Rubicon one stone at a time
Barbara Tate
backyard sprinkler
the blackbird splashes
under a rainbow
scrap of fur
a raven scrapes its beak
on the tar
Lorraine Haig
autumn leaves
the refugee’s hands
red with henna
Guliz Mutlu
the sharp ending
of her brush stroke...
spring rain
Réka Nyitrai
night train
the mime removes
his makeup
snow moon
my daughter tries to wake
her dead rabbit
John McManus
alpine hut
our lantern sparkles
with moth dust
trail ride
my bootlaces bristle
with burrs
Debbie Strange
rain-streaked window
the abbot’s cracked voice
at vespers
Radostina Dragostinova
harbor a wind-shift unfurls gulls
Adrian Bouter
ants on the move –
the gentle sway
of a dead butterfly
old walls –
my shadow and a dead lizard
withering in the sun
Oscar Luparia
a lonely night
cats’ eyes
blink in rainfall
Joanna Ashwell
not knowing how to let go wild roses
Ben Moeller-Gaa
opening
the car door
yellow scented lupins
summer rain
koi in and out
of oxygen weed
spring
a falcon pins our gaze
on the wind
Jenny Fraser
deep summer —
the softness
of sheep’s belly
Goran Gatalica
keening
in the key of B flat—
a blackhole
Marilyn Fleming
bore heb lwybr…
llais yr ysguthan
yn symud trwy’r goedwig
pathless morning…
a woodpigeon’s voice
moves through the forest
Thomas Powell
raft anchored
to the full moon
shadows dive in
Elancharan Gunasekaran
sudden wind
the ginkgo tree shakes off
golden sunshine
slanting light
a beer bottle in the ditch
catches a shine
John Zheng
flickering
over the pond grass
clouds of glitter
Bruce Jewett
thick with fog
the frog's voice
repeating itself
Elmedin Kadric
she said no heavy rain in the forecast
Christine Goodnough
trešnja u cvatu
sav se bahar skupio
na mravinjaku
blossoming cherry
all scents have gathered
on the anthill
gasim fenjere
da u očima konja
vidim sazvežđe
I turn off the lights
to see the constellation
in the horse’s eyes
Mile Lisica
Train ride:
the copper flashes
of pheasants' tails
Jim Sussex
catching sleep…
a sunbeam slips through
the window
Anne Carly Abad
above the tenor that falsetto candlelight smouldering
Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah
warm breeze
bee flies into
the sound of wind
TAK Erzinger
pale sunbeams –
a tiny woodpecker
curving your smile
Gopal Lahiri
Snowdon
all that hiking to view
the mist
Quendryth Young
shed
in moonlight
this wrinkled bark
S.M. Kozubek
power cut
the omnipresence
of birdsong
remembering
an old hymn—
rhythm of the rain
Nathalie Buckland
canyon heat
our bread blown dry
before lunch
Debbie Scheving
collecting shells...
the sea breeze
in my palms
Gurpreet Dutt
lavender
its fragrance
abuzz with bees
Mike Moule
rainy night
counting the years
my grandma passed on
Precious Oboh
Rose garden
an essence of diesel
on the petals
Bisshie
drifting snow –
shattering the silence
a wren sings
Clive Bennett
outgoing tide –
through dark green weed
fishermen wade
Amanda Bell
midsummer day
the only breeze
a hover fly
Roger Watson
sudden rain
the missing words
in my poem
Agus Maulana Sunjaya
who will know
I never unpotted the plant
you gave me
Karen Robbie
Fractured clouds
swans escape the water
and drop a silver rain
Bernard White
back from Eire
a polished worry stone
in my pocket
Pitt Büerken
petals open
for bees
that aren't there
Roberta Beach Jacobson