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April 16, 2016 By Jim Kacian 243 Comments

EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration 2016

 
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Welcome to the largest collaborative poem on the internet. This year’s theme, in acknowledgment of the United Nations’ designation of 2016 as Year of Pulses, is Foodcrop Haiku. Please add your poem(s) in the Comment box below, ideally at dawn at your location, but any time that you are able. The timeline for this begins at 12:01 A.M. on April 17 on the International Date Line (which is why it seems to have started the day before, for many of us). Your poem(s) can respond to the “seed” poem:

where culture
begins — a rustic
rice-planting song

     — Matsuo Bashō (1644 – 1694)

or to any of the poems posted in the Comment box, or you can even start a new thread. You may participate as often as you like. All we ask is that you respond to the theme of foodcrops.

Enjoy!

Filed Under: EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration, International Haiku Poetry Day Tagged With: EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration, Matsuo Basho, The Haiku Foundation

Comments

  1. Sheila Windsor says

    April 30, 2016 at 3:02 pm

    sowing peas…
    the beguiling coo-oo
    of a pigeon

    Reply
  2. Michael Virga says

    April 25, 2016 at 2:56 am

     
    rain showing up
    the color of
    eggplant 
     
     
            — Michael
           
     
     

     
     
     

    Reply
  3. Michael Virga says

    April 24, 2016 at 3:32 pm

     
    Green is
    a primary color
    on the wheel
     
     
    —  Michael

     
     
     
     
     

    Reply
  4. Sheila Windsor says

    April 20, 2016 at 6:44 am

    sunset the last tomatoes tinged red

    Reply
  5. Sheila Windsor says

    April 20, 2016 at 6:40 am

    hedgerow harvest
    the chatter of sparrows
    chatter of us

    Reply
  6. Sunita agarwal says

    April 19, 2016 at 3:20 pm

    Musturd field-
    Students in row
    Drill time

    Reply
  7. martin gottlieb cohen says

    April 19, 2016 at 1:12 pm

    grey day
    on the classroom desk
    halved pomegranate

    Reply
    • Alan Summers says

      April 19, 2016 at 3:24 pm

      Martin,

      Good to see you posting your work, I’ve missed you. 🙂

      Reply
      • martin gottlieb cohen says

        April 20, 2016 at 5:24 pm

        Congratulations on promoting haiku! I’m in the process of moving from New Jersey to Oregon. If you plan to be in New York in the next few months or on the West Coast thereafter let me know and I’ll meet up with you and treat you to a cup of coffee…

        Reply
        • Alan Summers says

          April 20, 2016 at 5:59 pm

          I might take you up on that some day, planning to do something in New York, and also might just do SF or LA, miss LAX and that chain hotel opposite the Queen Mary. 🙂

          Reply
  8. Sheila Windsor says

    April 19, 2016 at 12:32 pm

    where the apples
    used to turn… a robin
    redbreast’s song

    .
    Totem – Yet To Be Named Free Press, 2016

    Reply
  9. Sheila Windsor says

    April 18, 2016 at 3:57 pm

    .

    Mum along the garden path
    her pinny a hammock of mushrooms

    .

    pinny: apron

    Reply
  10. Sheila Windsor says

    April 18, 2016 at 2:59 pm

    sleeps the combine harvester
    a moon on every blade

    Totem, Yet To Be Named Free Press, 2016

    Reply
    • Sheila Windsor says

      April 18, 2016 at 3:02 pm

      Please imagine a space between the second line of the ku and the publication credit. It disappeared en route.

      Reply
  11. Bob Lucky says

    April 18, 2016 at 10:44 am

    sunset glow
    turning the corn
    on the grill

    Reply
  12. Joyce Joslin Lorenson says

    April 18, 2016 at 3:39 am

    tourist snack
    hot spring boiled
    black eggs

    Reply
  13. Joyce Joslin Lorenson says

    April 18, 2016 at 3:25 am

    apple orchard
    a scent of the blossoms
    in the sauce

    Reply
    • Michael Virga says

      April 20, 2016 at 12:54 pm

       
      Hi Joyce Joslin Lorenson:

        
      Because this one ap*pealed* to me

      I heard & share this briefer variation:

       
      scent of the orchid in the apple sauce

       
      in the spirit of creativity 

       
      Michael
       
       
       

      Reply
  14. Joyce Joslin Lorenson says

    April 18, 2016 at 3:15 am

    summer days
    a simple meal
    sweet corn and tomatoes

    Reply
  15. Joyce Joslin Lorenson says

    April 18, 2016 at 3:11 am

    morning’s dig
    the earthy taste
    of vegetable soup

    Reply
  16. Joyce Joslin Lorenson says

    April 18, 2016 at 3:03 am

    moist clouds
    sticky stains
    boiling maple sap

    Reply
  17. Stella Pierides says

    April 18, 2016 at 2:55 am

    all seeds accounted for dawn chorus

    Reply
  18. Michael Virga says

    April 18, 2016 at 12:43 am

     
    Thanks my brothers & sister around the world
    “on earth as it is in Heaven”  
      

    the last supper was late
    night – was salad bar –
    all the produce on ice

    Easter breakfast —
    white eggs yolk-free
    and not hard-boiled
     
      

    hot cakes
    heart-shaped
    with healthy multi-grain
     

      
    the orange
    in the hands of a child
    a grapefruit

     

     
     
     

    Reply
  19. Barbara A. Taylor says

    April 18, 2016 at 12:22 am

    over night
    a little more pumpkin
    disappears

    ~

    Kokako 2011

    Reply
  20. Barbara A. Taylor says

    April 18, 2016 at 12:20 am

    snowdrift descent
    her sticky-rice dumplings
    on my mind

    ~

    Asahi Shimbun, 2014

    Reply
  21. Barbara A. Taylor says

    April 18, 2016 at 12:18 am

    pickled at breakfast
    the daikon platter and
    my siblings

    ~

    Haiku World Shiki New Year Food kigo jan 2014

    Reply
  22. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 11:26 pm

     
    a small cold breakfast
    makes a joyful noise 
     
    snap   crackle   pop
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Reply
  23. Sondra J. Byrnes says

    April 17, 2016 at 11:21 pm

    he smooth talks
    his way through breakfast
    hairy raspberries

    Reply
  24. nancy brady says

    April 17, 2016 at 10:05 pm

    pumpkin pie

    still my favorite

    birthday cake

    Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 11:10 pm

      queensland blue
      the aroma of Mum’s scones
      at morning tea

      Reply
  25. Alegria Imperial says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:44 pm

    pounding rice…
    the rhythm of her hips
    his song

    …

    chopped beets
    i wash the knife
    of traces

    …

    biting
    into egg rolls, do I tip
    the axis of life?

    …

    cloudy day
    in clumps
    my cold soup

    …

    tight lipped
    mom brewing her own
    spiked beans

    …

    robois sky
    alone she tends
    the rattling kettle

    Reply
  26. Amy Losak says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:32 pm

    By Sydell Rosenberg (note: I’ve slightly edited and reformatted the two below)

    still a mystery —
    right side? left side?
    pizza delivery

    swirling leaves —
    a bag lady finds a Sukkah
    and stumbles inside

    Reply
    • Amy Losak says

      April 17, 2016 at 9:34 pm

      The two I posted for Syd Rosenberg run into each other. You will be able to tell where the first one ends and the second one begins! 🙂 Amy Losak

      Reply
  27. Amy Losak says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:29 pm

    by Sydell Rosenberg (working from memory …and I’ve edited and reformatted slightly)

    swirling leaves —
    a bag lady finds a Sukkah
    and stumbles inside

    still a mystery —
    right side? left side?
    pizza delivery

    Reply
  28. Sondra J. Byrnes says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:09 pm

    love triangle
    yet another slice
    of pizza

    in the pizza pan every cut you or me

    Reply
    • Sondra J. Byrnes says

      April 17, 2016 at 9:10 pm

      love triangle
      yet another slice
      of pizza

      Reply
      • Sondra J. Byrnes says

        April 17, 2016 at 9:11 pm

        in the pizza pan every cut you or me

        Reply
  29. Alegria Imperial says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:51 pm

    creme brûlée 

    his mouth 

    gaping at me

    Failed Haiku April 1, 2016
    …

    early darkness —
    the dough yields its breast
    to my hands

    cattails, January 2015
    Under the Basho my personal best 2015

    …

    spring rolls…
    grandma unwraps
    my childhood

    The Mainichi Daily, June 19, 2013
    Selected by Isamu Hashimoto

    …

    turtle pond

    a girl shares unshelled

    peanuts

    red lobster–
    her prying glance
    through the mist

    (from among 40 haiku) DailyHaiku’s Cycle 14
    October to March, 2013

    …

    Bilingual haiku in Iluko and English

    inururot

    a pagay
    
tedted ti lulua

    pulled strands

    of rice grain

    tear drops

    Iluko is one of four major among 87 dialects in The Philippines, spoken in the northern tip and mountains of the archipelago. This haiku summarizes a Filipino belief that even just a grain rice fallen on the ground or wasted on a plate would cause suffering.

    LYNX XXIV: February 2009

    Reply
  30. Alegria Imperial says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:27 pm

    pea beds
    not enough spaces
    to bury a secret

    …

    foraged fiddlehead
    what they forgot to replace
    in the stew

    …

    onion peel…
    the fragile crackle
    of her nerves

    …
    brown bones
    still the flare of
    berries

    …

    Reply
  31. Chad Lee Robinson says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:03 pm

    the Big Dipper—
    rows of corn connect
    farm to farm
    .
    Chad Lee Robinson
    .
    Runner-up, Contemporary Category, HaikuNow! International Haiku Contest 2010
    .
    The Deep End of the Sky (Turtle Light Press, 2015)

    Reply
  32. Marion Clarke says

    April 17, 2016 at 6:38 pm

    kitchen garden
    as usual, not one pea
    reaches the pot

    Reply
  33. Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy says

    April 17, 2016 at 6:10 pm

    Seed Moon—
    with every morsel
    a shloka
    .
    – Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy
    – Birmingham, UK

    Reply
  34. Stella Pierides says

    April 17, 2016 at 5:27 pm

    at the back
    of the late night bus
    whiff of wild garlic

    Reply
    • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

      April 17, 2016 at 6:25 pm

      spring woods
      the lingering scent
      of wild garlic

      Reply
  35. Sondra J. Byrnes says

    April 17, 2016 at 5:02 pm

    cauliflower fractals
    my brain repeats
    itself

    Reply
  36. Sondra J. Byrnes says

    April 17, 2016 at 4:56 pm

    dinner for one–
    she reheats the
    argument

    tinywords 14.2

    Reply
  37. Peggy Bilbro says

    April 17, 2016 at 4:47 pm

    Aunt Zora’s fried okra
    on the recipe card
    lard spattered memories
    .

    making biscuits with
    mother’s recipe card
    I read the oil spots
    .

    whiff of
    onions sautéing
    better than cookies
    .

    a yeasty mess of words
    kneaded into a poem
    half-baked
    .

    tang of citrus
    painting the air yellow
    winter blues
    .

    after the funeral
    a friendship preserved
    in mason jars
    .

    following the cookie crumb trail out of winter
    .

    on the compost
    volunteer tomatoes
    pesticide free
    .

    across the moor
    a bitter wind
    early lambing
    .

    stories from Oma
    between the turkey
    and the pies
    .

    ripe tomatoes
    who knew
    red is a flavor
    .

    after monsoon rains
    new rice sprouts —
    but still her tears
    .
    Peggy Bilbro

    Reply
  38. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:36 pm

    .

    the sound dome of bees
    how many shades of color
    can a human see
    .
    Alan Summers
    Mainichi Shimbun (7/7/15)
    .
    .

    a red kite whistles haymaking tractors
    .
    Alan Summers
    Muttering Thunder, volume 2 (November 2015)

    .
    .

    seed moon
    the other side
    of the wind

    .
    Alan Summers
    Frozen Butterfly issue 3 (October 2015)
    https://youtu.be/oucEgqMXlm0

    .
    .

    old seed packets
    the summer names
    of war

    .
    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit 25.4 (November 2015)

    .
    .

    wheat fields…
    some of the crows change
    their colours
    .
    .
    after van Gogh
    .
    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit 26.1 (March 2016)

    .
    .

    wasp nest
    the boy in a corn field
    becomes a maze

    .
    Alan Summers
    Right Hand Pointing (Haiku for Issue 95 (February 2016))
    .

    Reply
  39. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:20 pm

     
    cooking with dashes
    of compression —
     
    Emily Dickinson 
     
     
     
     

     

    Reply
  40. Carole MacRury says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:15 pm

    Thank you Basho, for the inspiration. Thank you HF for another great collaborative event.

    —

    an old argument—
    dry beans soften
    in the pot

    —

    aching back—
    I bring kidney beans
    to the boil

    —

    earthquake—
    checking the expiry date
    of the dried beans

    —

    washing the grit
    from black-eyed peas
    sleepless night

    —

    making hummus–
    one of Rumi’s chick-peas
    leaps from the pot

    —

    dinner party—
    trying to choke down
    the lima beans

    Reply
    • Carole MacRury says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:19 pm

      Thank you Basho, for the inspiration. Thank you HF for another great collaborative event.

      I have no idea why my formatting didn’t go through. Will try again here:

      an old argument
      dry beans soften
      in the pot
       

      aching back–
      I bring kidney beans
      to the boil
       

      earthquake–
      checking the expiry date
      on the dried beans
       

      washing the grit
      from black-eyed peas
      sleepless night
       

      making hummus
      one of Rumi’s chick peas
      leaps from the pot
       

      dinner party–
      trying to choke down
      the lima beans
       

      Reply
      • Carole MacRury says

        April 17, 2016 at 3:20 pm

        well sorry folks…forget that. How did Alan do it I wonder?
        Carole

        Reply
        • Alan Summers says

          April 17, 2016 at 3:33 pm

          Carole, if you read my posts I just use a period to split things up. 🙂

          How does Michael Virga do it, no symbols at all!

          Alan

          Reply
          • Carole MacRury says

            April 17, 2016 at 5:44 pm

            Thanks Alan…a genie fixed it for me. 😉

    • Michael Virga says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:35 pm

      Carole, I read yours and heard:
       

      cleaning the black eyes:
      wound care served to peas
       
      before being served

        

      washing the sleep
      from black-eyed peas 
       
       
       

      Reply
  41. Sondra J. Byrnes says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:13 pm

    his cracker crumbs
    when did i start
    to notice?

    Reply
    • robflipse says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:31 pm

      beer sales
      in the corridor
      glass fiber cable

      Reply
  42. Sondra J. Byrnes says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:12 pm

    blind date
    not enough spice
    in the ratatouille

    zen space showcase (summer 2013)

    Reply
  43. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:04 pm

    .

    corn chaff realising oil as one colour
    .
    Alan Summers
    LAKEVIEW International Journal of Literature and Arts Vol.1, No.1 February 2013

    .
    .

    field of dreams an unborn child’s color isn’t rapeseed
    .
    Alan Summers
    Does Fish-God Know (Yet To Be Named Free Press 2012)

    .
    .

    sunflower heart
    the chiffchaff sings
    its name
    .
    Alan Summers
    tinywords 13.2 2013 (ISSN 2157-5010)

    .
    .

    epidermal tongues-
    she scales my 200 bones
    on a banana leaf

    Alan Summers
    Pulse—voices from the heart of medicine 2014

    .
    .
    The harvest moon–
    we try to break through
    a hill of silhouettes

    .
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (Japan October 2013)
    .
    .

    Father’s Day
    a child circles the tree
    in his own John Deere
    .

    Alan Summers
    Scope vol 60 no. 4 (Fellowship of Australian Writers Queensland magazine May 2014)

    .
    .

    blue moon-
    my sweet potato curry
    song to the moths
    .
    Alan Summers
    Scope vol. 60 no. 9 (FAWQ magazine October 2014 Australia)
    .
    .

    corn moon
    the jackdaw shifts
    its iris
    .
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (International Haiku Day April 17th 2015)

    .
    .

    700,000 olive trees remember the butterfly
    .
    Alan Summers
    Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 (July 15th 2015)

    .

    Reply
  44. Ernesto P. Santiago says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:59 pm

    roots on earth
    with hidden flavours
    rape flowers

    Reply
  45. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:46 pm

     
    no last meal desired 
     
    her thirst quenched
    with the Light
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Reply
  46. Michael Henry Lee says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:34 pm

    quinoa bowl
    all the things still left
    to learn

    Reply
  47. Michael Henry Lee says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:24 pm

    brussel sprouts
    the bitter pills we all
    must swallow

    Reply
    • Polona Oblak says

      April 17, 2016 at 2:39 pm

      frost lingers
      I clean brussels sprouts
      in the kitchen sink

      .
      Daily Haiku Cycle 20

      Reply
  48. Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:21 pm

    blackberry picking
    blue tongue
    empty basket

    Reply
  49. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:20 pm

    .

    lullaby of rain
    another pinch of saffron
    in the pumpkin soup
    .
    Alan Summers
    Award Credit: Editors’ Choices, Heron’s Nest (Volume XIV, Number 4: Dec. 2012)
    .
    .

    Silver spoon sugar
    
the maple moon reflected
    
in its own shine
    .
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (2012)
    .
    .

    green clouds
    
the scarecrow worries

    a loose thread

    .
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (Japan 2012)
    .
    .

    Maple moon
    Grandmother’s recipe
    settles in the pan
    .
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (November 2012)
    .
    .

    Reply
  50. Gabriel Sawicki says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:04 pm

    end of the harvest
    a scarecrow
    gazing at stars

    Reply
  51. Marilyn Appl Walker says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:01 pm

    blustery wind
    I dip deep
    into the red pepper hummus

    Reply
  52. Marina Bellini says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:55 pm

    ninety years old tomatoes planted today

    Reply
    • Michael Henry Lee says

      April 17, 2016 at 2:31 pm

      Awesome

      Reply
  53. Claire Rosilda Norman says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:43 pm

    april rain
    a smatter of mustard flowers
    on the building site

    Reply
  54. Billie Wilson says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:28 pm

    supper cooking—
    a wind with storm in it
    comes through the wheat
    .
    Billie Wilson – Juneau, Alaska USA
    The Heron’s Nest V:8 (2003)

    Reply
  55. Mathar says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:24 pm

    Quarrels-
    Always after the failed
    Wheat harvest.

    Reply
  56. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:10 pm

    .
    tasting green
    in a lava breakfast…
    the dew falling
    .
    Alan Summers
    .
    .
    “the dew falling”
    after Under Milk Wood
    .
    Lava or Laverbread is a fantastic Welsh core “crop” food of seaweed containing vitamin B12, iron, iodine etc… initially for hard-working miners, and also people recovering from ill-health.
    .

    Reply
  57. Katherine J. Munro (kjmunro) says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:41 pm

    seedlings
    on the windowsill –
    he tills the snow

    kjmunro, Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada

    Reply
  58. Christopher Patchel says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:20 pm

    a short event
    packing foodcrop seeds;
    lunch and a nap

    Reply
  59. Jane Reichhold says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:10 pm

    her last meal
    a sip of water with
    a smile

    Reply
  60. Joyce Joslin Lorenson says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:07 pm

    first thump
    shelling peas
    on the back porch

    Reply
  61. Sheila Windsor says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:05 pm

    last mourners gone…
    I replant your favourite herbs
    between the stars

    Reply
  62. Roberta Beary says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:04 pm

    rice planting
    not one woman
    singing

    Reply
  63. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:02 pm

    .

    the in-between season
    I follow the Mogami River
    by riceboat
    .
    Alan Summers
    The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012)
    .

    .

    the blue
    of the aubergine
    a spider is caught
    in the netsuke
    .

    Alan Summers
    Snapshots Seven (2000)

    .
    .

    into the evening a tractor harvests
    willywagtail song
    .
    Alan Summers
    Azami Special Edition (Japan, 1998)

    .
    .
    trampling each other
    over pawpaw and mango
    chooks & pigs

    .
    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit (1995)

    .
    .

    toast & marmalade
    I put the buttercup
    under my chin

    .
    Alan Summers
    2011 BHS Members Anthology submission ‘gift’

    .
    .

    Reply
  64. Lisa Frank says

    April 17, 2016 at 11:47 am

    a burlap bag
    full of mesquite beans
    my mother’s smile

    Reply
  65. Stella Pierides says

    April 17, 2016 at 11:39 am

    mice-nibbled sack—
    edging closer to
    the real

    Reply
    • Roberta Beary says

      April 17, 2016 at 12:11 pm

      I like the mouse/mice image and the mysteriousness of ‘edging closer to / the real’
      Well done, Stella!

      Reply
      • Stella Pierides says

        April 18, 2016 at 3:01 am

        Thank you, Roberta!

        Reply
  66. Maria Tomczak says

    April 17, 2016 at 11:28 am

    ripened grapes
    the midday sun
    closed inside
    (Cattails, Spetember 2015 )

    Reply
  67. Sheila Windsor says

    April 17, 2016 at 11:12 am

    the shape the bean left crescent moon

    Reply
  68. Magdalena Banaszkiewicz says

    April 17, 2016 at 10:49 am

    rice field
    a woman reaches for
    the setting sun

    Reply
    • Tomislav Maretić says

      April 17, 2016 at 10:59 am

      her voice comes
      and hovers from distance
      over the waters

      Reply
    • Tomislav Maretić says

      April 17, 2016 at 11:02 am

      a glass of water
      during the harvest
      for everyone

      Reply
  69. Maya says

    April 17, 2016 at 10:29 am

    GAENG MUSSAMAN
    rangay with Alvin T.Ethington and Melinda Beth Hipple
    .
    spices in my pot–
    cardamom, cinnamon,
    cloves, mace, and nutmeg
    (AE)
    for special guests
    I lay the whitest cloth
    (ML)
    bouquet of plum wine–
    hands full as one peanut
    rolls out of reach
    (MH)
    Asian perfumes waft through home
    Japanese, Indian, Thai
    (АE)
    sliced beef and potatoes
    steam on the cooker…
    mom wipes a tear
    (ML)
    linen napkins
    old stories weaving in midair
    (MH)

    Reply
  70. Bill Waters says

    April 17, 2016 at 10:22 am

    seedling —
    it starts its life
    bowing to the earth

    Reply
    • Billy Antonio says

      April 17, 2016 at 6:59 pm

      harvest time
      once more rice farmers
      bowing to the earth

      Reply
      • Bill Waters says

        April 18, 2016 at 10:04 am

        Nice riff, Billy! :- )

        Reply
  71. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:49 am

    .
    two boys giggle
    as he enters the bike shop …
    the onion seller
    .
    Alan Summers
    Stepping Stones:  a way into haiku (British Haiku Society 2007)
    .
    .

    summer wind
    a sparrow re-rights itself
    at the peanut cage
    .
    Alan Summers
    Wing Beats: British Birds in Haiku (Snapshot Press 2008)
    .
    .

    yellowing fields
    hovering not hovering
    the nankeen kestrels

    Alan Summers
    sundog haiku journal: an australian year (sunfast press 1997 reprinted 1998)
    .
    .

    steak & mushroom pie
    my new-found uncle insists
    I call him brother

    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit vol. 19 no. 4 (2009)
    .

    Reply
  72. Bill Kenney says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:33 am

    beginner . . .
    praying the seed
    into the earth

    Reply
    • Tomislav Maretić says

      April 17, 2016 at 11:00 am

      a hope
      begins to grow…
      to the sky

      Reply
  73. Skaidrite Stelzer says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:33 am

    bean sprout
    a tendril caught
    in morning fog

    Reply
  74. Gergana Yaninska says

    April 17, 2016 at 9:29 am

    boiled chestnuts
    in the marketplace
    smell of my childhood

    Reply
  75. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:37 am

    .
    vernal equinox —
    the snow finds a purchase
    at the mall
    .
    Alan Summers

    Reply
  76. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:34 am

    .
    a breath smiley
    below the astronaut’s nose
    fields of world food
    .
    Alan Summers
    .

    Reply
  77. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:34 am

    .
    Itadakimasu
    love letters on blue paper
    to every soul fed
    .
    Alan Summers
    .

    Reply
  78. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:33 am

    .
    Kogarashi
    the new stamp signature
    from a friendly potato
    .
    Alan Summers
    .

    Reply
  79. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:33 am

    .
    puff of smoke surveillance cameras supermarket dumped food
    .
    Alan Summers

    Reply
  80. Alan Summers says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:32 am

    .
    changing seasons
    I make a stick friend
    out of potatoes
    .
    Alan Summers
    .

    Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 9:31 am

      a potato
      in its jacket
      chasing winter blues

      Reply
  81. John Stevenson says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:12 am

    someone says
    in vino veritas!
    every night

    Reply
    • Myron Lysenko says

      April 17, 2016 at 8:29 am

      food crops
      thirty years after
      Chornobyl

      Reply
      • Maya says

        April 17, 2016 at 8:52 am

        thirty years
        after Chernobyl –
        Monsanto feeds the world

        🙁

        Reply
    • Tomislav Maretić says

      April 17, 2016 at 11:04 am

      so somnolent
      these lovers of the truth
      every morning

      Reply
  82. Ralf Bröker says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:00 am

    hotel breakfast
    another spoonful
    of westphalian childhood

    Reply
  83. Michael Henry Lee says

    April 17, 2016 at 8:00 am

    indian corn
    giving thanks
    to the unknown god

    Reply
  84. Susan Diridoni says

    April 17, 2016 at 7:46 am

    wind rustling the leaves of tall corn mimics the sound of RAIN!

    Reply
  85. Stella Pierides says

    April 17, 2016 at 7:38 am

    picking over lentils—
    quiet
    of the evening hour

    Reply
  86. Vasile Moldovan says

    April 17, 2016 at 7:32 am

    green wheat field
    in the purple twilight
    waving slowly

    ***

    the blue eyes
    of the wheat fields;
    two cicories

    ***

    at the end of the field
    anew liturgy for
    the harvest sanctified

    ***

    bringing offer
    under the icon of Virgin Mary
    a crown of wheat ears

    ***

    drinking together
    a cup of sake in the honor
    of new harvest

    Reply
  87. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 6:55 am

     
    a bowl of gold
    in the pot of rice
     
    crackerjacks
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Reply
  88. Joyce Joslin Lorenson says

    April 17, 2016 at 6:30 am

    at the end
    of the rainbow
    a bowl of rice

    Reply
  89. Polona Oblak says

    April 17, 2016 at 6:22 am

    gathering clouds
    i wipe the dirt
    off the radishes

    Reply
    • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

      April 17, 2016 at 10:36 am

      “dirty carrots”
      my hands
      full of earth

      Reply
  90. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 6:06 am

     
     
    stuffing

    the scarecrow
    for the season

    like with claus

    for the birds
    coming to town

     

      

      

     
     

    Reply
  91. Vessislava Savova says

    April 17, 2016 at 5:42 am

    sunflower seeds
    on the window sill
    two sparrows

    Reply
    • Maya says

      April 17, 2016 at 6:19 am

      gray sparrows
      in the light of December
      the tramp’s face

      Reply
    • Michelle Wooten says

      April 17, 2016 at 9:12 am

      Summer cardinal
      Fledgling cry, red streak arrives
      Suckling baby wakes

      Reply
  92. Marietta McGregor says

    April 17, 2016 at 5:41 am

    free trade …
    on my compost tomatoes
    a handful of flowers

    (cattails, January 2016)

    Reply
  93. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 5:39 am

     
     
    eating Cheerios
    with chopsticks
     
    Breakfast of Global Champions
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Reply
    • Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

      April 17, 2016 at 8:19 am

      :-]

      Reply
  94. jayashree maniyil says

    April 17, 2016 at 5:26 am

    empty lunch box —
    a plough leans
    against itself

    Reply
    • Tim Gardiner says

      April 17, 2016 at 7:03 am

      rusted plough
      the barley field dusted
      with thistledown

      Reply
  95. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 4:44 am

     
     
    the old limb
    sags
    with a new hive

    all the humming
    rouses the bear
     
            H o n e y

    Reply
  96. jayashree maniyil says

    April 17, 2016 at 4:35 am

    dark rye …
    the sky this morning
    and my toast
    ***

    Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 5:31 am

      sunset
      the burnt hills
      lean into the sky

      Reply
  97. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 4:30 am

    I found the golden egg
    to be purple
    & priceless
     
     
     

    Reply
  98. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 4:11 am

      

    S u n r i s e 
     

              honeys the wheatfields
     
                    bread of life
      
     
     
     
     

    Reply
    • Maya says

      April 17, 2016 at 4:19 am

      an armful
      of sweat-scented wheat
      gold sunbeams

      Reply
  99. Michael Virga says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:54 am

     A Wonderful IHPD to Every One

    brewed rice
    the push of the press

                saké

    Cheers in the spirit of creativity – haiku-making

     
     
     
     
     
     

    Reply
  100. Samantha Sirimanne Hyde says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:51 am

    in my dream
    the symmetrical lines
    of paddy fields

    Reply
  101. Samantha Sirimanne Hyde says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:49 am

    dengue fever
    grandma asks for
    more lentil soup

    Reply
  102. Diana Teneva says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:44 am

    lycium –
    i forget all low-fat
    diets

    Reply
  103. Marietta Jane McGregor says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:33 am

    dry heat–
    a seeder churns the dust
    into galahs

    (Paper Wasp, Summer 2016)

    Reply
  104. Marietta Jane McGregor says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:27 am

    my kitchen garden
    overrun with orange pumpkins…
    the weight of summer

    Wild Plum Haiku Contest, 2015

    Reply
  105. LYNETTE ARDEN says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:23 am

    coffee with a friend
    I hand over my gift
    of ripe quinces

    Reply
  106. Robert Kingston says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:23 am

    lost acorn
    taller now
    the squirrels gone

    Reply
  107. LYNETTE ARDEN says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:23 am

    I mark each day
    in the veggie garden
    lengthening shadows

    Reply
  108. LYNETTE ARDEN says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:22 am

    the neighour’s peach tree
    grows into my plum
    sharing flavours

    Reply
  109. LYNETTE ARDEN says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:22 am

    at the ferry
    the scent of sugarcane
    from passing barges

    Reply
  110. LYNETTE ARDEN says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:21 am

    once again
    the scent of quinces
    warming the kitchen

    Reply
    • Maya says

      April 17, 2016 at 4:01 am

      spots of sunlight
      scent of quinces
      in the room
      .
      Flecks of blue, 2010

      Reply
    • Simon Hanson says

      April 17, 2016 at 4:45 am

      quince jelly
      a rose coloured memory
      of my grandma Ruby

      Reply
      • LYNETTE ARDEN says

        April 17, 2016 at 7:03 am

        her jar of quince jelly the flavour of friendship

        Reply
  111. LYNETTE ARDEN says

    April 17, 2016 at 3:20 am

    the ruby leaves
    of my lettuce garden
    autumn sunlight

    Reply
  112. Christina Sng says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:58 am

    war memories
    mother reminds us
    to finish our rice

    Reply
  113. Larry Kimmel says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:42 am

    tired from a day
    in the field, I close my eyes
    apple blossoms

    still: two 1998

    Reply
  114. Madhuri Pillai says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:34 am

    vegan….
    waiter rolls his eyes
    heavenwards

    Reply
    • Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

      April 17, 2016 at 8:22 am

      :-]

      Reply
  115. Larry Kimmel says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:33 am

    just plucked –
    the apple warm
    clear through

    Frogpond: XXII: 2.

    Reply
    • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

      April 17, 2016 at 10:24 am

      trekking’s end
      never has an apple
      tasted better
      (Presence 19, January 2003)

      Reply
  116. Larry Kimmel says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:28 am

    tOmatOes On the windOw sill sO red sO plump

    Raw NerVZ Haiku VII:2, 2001

    Reply
  117. Maya Lyubenova says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:17 am

    immigrant’s song…
    the bread turns bitter
    on my tongue

    Reply
  118. Vasile Moldovan says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:15 am

    sowing corn
    behind the farmer
    hungry crows

    Reply
    • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

      April 17, 2016 at 4:59 am

      overcast sky
      crows digging up
      corn seeds

      Reply
  119. Vanessa Proctor says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:13 am

    the sweetness
    of heirloom tomatoes
    city allotment

    Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:28 am

      a pot of basil
      under the clothesline
      midsummer noon

      Reply
  120. Stella Pierides says

    April 17, 2016 at 2:05 am

    earthquake
    the seed in the child’s
    open palm

    Reply
  121. Maria Tomczak says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:57 am

    after the harvest
    the duskiness that surrounds
    sunflower field

    Reply
  122. D.V.Rozic, Croatia says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:46 am

    my pole beans grow
    rapidly – their willow rods
    leafing out too

    Reply
  123. Dave Read says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:41 am

    autumn dawn
    the apple tree
    ripe with robins

    – A Hundred Gourds, Dec 2015

    Reply
  124. Billy Antonio says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:28 am

    chill wind the smell of roasted sweet potato

    Reply
  125. Simon Hanson says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:22 am

    the old plough horse
    resting
    in the far paddock

    Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:32 am

      the rusted tractor
      in the brown field
      walked-off-farm

      Reply
  126. Shloka Shankar says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:07 am

    before and after the wasteland white butterflies

    Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 5:29 am

      my backyard
      full of butterflies
      westringia bush

      Reply
  127. Cynthia Rowe says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:06 am

    El Niño
    a housing development
    where sugarcane was

    (published Prospect #5 2015)

    Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:37 am

      smoke haze
      over the beach front
      sweet sugar town

      Reply
  128. Connie says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:05 am

    earthquake-
    dripping with water droplets
    volunteers make weak tea

    ****

    conversations
    with mud splattered survivors
    empty rice bowls

    ****

    long rains fall
    from one rice seed
    thirty stalks grow

    *****

    Reply
  129. Debbie Strange says

    April 17, 2016 at 1:03 am

    harvest moon . . .
    the cat’s whiskers sparkle
    with grain dust

    cattails, January 2014

    bumper crop
    a grasshopper sky
    all that remains

    cattails, May 2015

    empty chrysalis . . .
    the summer snap
    of sugar peas

    Akitsu Quarterly, Summer 2015

    a quiet field
    and the loudness
    of pumpkins

    Prune Juice 14, November 2014

    Happy World Haiku Day from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada!

    Reply
  130. Connie says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:53 am

    conversations
    with mud splattered survivors
    empty rice bowls

    long rains fall
    from one rice seed
    thirty stalks grow

    earthquake-
    dripping with water droplets
    Volunteers make weak tea

    Reply
    • Connie says

      April 17, 2016 at 1:00 am

      Sorry the spacing of three different hake didn’t stay after submitting them. Wil resubmit below and try again.

      Reply
  131. Gergana Yaninska says

    April 17, 2016 at 12:46 am

    rainy summer
    I cut into strips
    the porcini

    Reply
    • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

      April 17, 2016 at 10:19 am

      autumn drizzle
      the smell of moss
      and mushrooms
      (Presence 18, September 2002)

      Reply
  132. Anna Maris says

    April 16, 2016 at 11:49 pm

    ground frost
    the gardener
    sorts seeds

    Bodenfrost
    der Gärtner
    sortiert Samen

    Chrysanthemum – issue 17

    –

    scented summer breeze
    straws of rye sway together
    before the harvest

    ljum sommarvind
    grässtrån vajar tillsammans
    innan slåttern

    Honourable Mention, the 69th Anniversary of Honourable Matsuo Basho Awards, City of Iga.

    –

    at the edge
    of a round-up crop field
    cornflowers

    Daily Haiku, Cycle 20.

    –

    Reply
  133. Ann Schechter says

    April 16, 2016 at 11:42 pm

    eating daily
    dirty rice leftovers
    two more meals

    Reply
  134. Michael Virga says

    April 16, 2016 at 11:31 pm

     
    left-over dust
    on the polished-off
    rice bowl

     
     
     
     

    Reply
  135. Nathalie Buckland says

    April 16, 2016 at 11:07 pm

    pallid daymoon
    the pumpkin vine
    withered

    Mainichi Hon Mention
    Haiku Registry

    Reply
    • sandra says

      April 17, 2016 at 12:59 am

      the hammock’s rhythm –
      every day the pumpkins
      a little more round
      *
      – Sandra Simpson
      *
      Third, Haiku Magazine Contest, Romania, 2011

      Reply
  136. Marietta Jane McGregor says

    April 16, 2016 at 9:49 pm

    channel country
    a sash of sky
    divides a wheatfield

    A Hundred Gourds, Issue #52

    Reply
  137. Judt Shrode says

    April 16, 2016 at 8:37 pm

    morning darkness
    dollop of butter
    melting into oatmeal

    Reply
  138. Albert Schepers says

    April 16, 2016 at 8:24 pm

    winter wheat
    after April rains
    the killdeer

    Reply
  139. Simon Hanson says

    April 16, 2016 at 8:21 pm

    breaking bread the work of many hands

    Reply
  140. Vasile Moldovan says

    April 16, 2016 at 6:46 pm

    seeds passing into soil
    in the same rhythm with
    the work anthem

    Reply
  141. Vasile Moldovan says

    April 16, 2016 at 6:28 pm

    sowing rice
    the young farmer hums
    an ancient song

    Reply
  142. Marion Clarke says

    April 16, 2016 at 6:13 pm

    mother bird
    my sister-in-law shows me
    how to make dhal

    Reply
    • Pat Geyer says

      April 16, 2016 at 8:35 pm

      eating lentil soup…
      in thanksgiving our table
      pulsed with gratitude

      Reply
    • Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

      April 16, 2016 at 10:12 pm

      udad dal idli
      the moon on my plate
      good morning

      Reply
  143. Aalix Roake says

    April 16, 2016 at 5:24 pm

    crows rise off the corn stalks am I a scarecrow?

    Reply
  144. Simon Hanson says

    April 16, 2016 at 5:08 pm

    rice noodles
    our four year old
    tries chopsticks

    Reply
  145. Patrick Sweeney says

    April 16, 2016 at 4:31 pm

    eating the skin of the potato
    dirt under
    my nails

    -Patrick

    Reply
    • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

      April 16, 2016 at 4:59 pm

      end of summer
      too hard to swallow
      grape seeds

      (Presence 22, January 2004)

      Reply
    • sandra says

      April 17, 2016 at 12:57 am

      harvesting potatoes
      our hands touch
      under the warm soil
      *
      – Sandra Simpson
      *
      Simply Haiku 3.3, 2005

      Reply
  146. Peter Newton says

    April 16, 2016 at 2:57 pm

    slowing down to the strobe of corn rows

    Reply
    • Maya Lyubenova says

      April 16, 2016 at 3:32 pm

      Monsanto’s harvest
      …children of the corn
      hold their breaths

      Reply
  147. Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

    April 16, 2016 at 2:41 pm

    peeling back corn husks
    if only I could
    guess your thoughts

    Reply
    • Pat Geyer says

      April 16, 2016 at 5:00 pm

      filling bags with corn…
      work days are longer
      shadows seem shorter

      Reply
  148. sandra simpson says

    April 16, 2016 at 2:19 pm

    deep in summer’s maize a single blue bowl
    *

    – Sandra Simpson
    *

    Good morning from New Zealand.

    Reply
    • Ellen Grace Olinger says

      April 16, 2016 at 3:13 pm

      early spring
      vase with flowers
      from a store
      painted with fruit

      Reply
      • sandra says

        April 17, 2016 at 1:02 am

        biting into the fig
        how red
        his heart tattoo
        *
        – Sandra Simpson
        *
        The Heron’s Nest 8.3 (2006)

        Reply
  149. Ernesto P. Santiago says

    April 16, 2016 at 1:49 pm

    first rays
    of sunlight – the endless journey
    of rice

    Reply
    • tomislav says

      April 16, 2016 at 4:09 pm

      the day moon hides
      in the long swayng grass

      Reply
      • LYNETTE ARDEN says

        April 17, 2016 at 3:43 am

        we guess
        what crop is what
        tourist bus

        Reply
    • Billy Antonio says

      April 17, 2016 at 1:33 am

      early sunrise
      the echoes of
      a rice-pounding song

      Reply
  150. Ernesto P. Santiago says

    April 16, 2016 at 1:41 pm

    fertility rite
    a woman walks barefoot through
    pulse grains in the sun

    Reply
  151. Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

    April 16, 2016 at 1:39 pm

    Hi people, a little bit of India to share.

    buttered pep-
    per in Kattu Pongal
    mum’s love

    (Kattu Pongal is a Khichdi made with lentils and rice. )

    Reply
    • Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

      April 16, 2016 at 1:56 pm

      chickens
      knock Rabi off wheat stalks
      harvest

      *Rabi is a word from Arabic and means Spring. Crops grown in Winter and harvested in spring are Rabi crops. Kharif crops are grown during the monsoons.

      Reply
  152. Diane Mayr says

    April 16, 2016 at 1:22 pm

    early potatoes:
    just enough weight
    to prove they exist

    I will post an illustrated version on Sunday at http:www,randomnoodling.com/.

    Reply
  153. Ernesto P. Santiago says

    April 16, 2016 at 1:21 pm

    so graciously
    filling my wish list—
    a bowl of rice

    Reply
  154. Olivier Schopfer says

    April 16, 2016 at 1:02 pm

    morning fog spreading slices of rye bread with extra butter

    Reply
    • Tim Gardiner says

      April 16, 2016 at 2:29 pm

      evening mist again I forget the boiling pasta

      Reply
      • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

        April 16, 2016 at 3:01 pm

        cooking rice
        layers of mist
        slowly dissipate

        Reply
        • Tim Gardiner says

          April 16, 2016 at 3:18 pm

          distant lightning
          after a hot curry
          my stomach rumbles

          Reply
          • Maya Lyubenova says

            April 16, 2016 at 3:52 pm

            rice under a glass cover
            I explain to my son
            Earth’s water cycle

          • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

            April 16, 2016 at 3:54 pm

            wind waves
            through the cornfield
            thunder resounds

    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 4:04 am

      hot green tea
      rice paper shutters open
      to early morning mist

      (an entry of mine in an online kukai years ago)

      Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 4:07 am

      weetbix
      with Vegemite
      the safety of childhood

      Reply
  155. Connie says

    April 16, 2016 at 1:02 pm

    long rains fall
    from one rice seed
    thirty stalks grow

    Reply
    • Billy Antonio says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:19 am

      rice harvest the dance of a dozen scythes

      Reply
  156. Johnny Baranski says

    April 16, 2016 at 12:42 pm

    the face of hunger
    behind barbed wire
    Hunter’s Moon

    Reply
  157. Johannes S. H. Bjerg says

    April 16, 2016 at 12:36 pm

    a partial sunset over the suburbs
    the rest is a root
    deep under ground

    Reply
  158. Maya Lyubenova says

    April 16, 2016 at 11:59 am

    autumn wind
    the crow drops a walnut
    on my tin roof

    Reply
    • Polona Oblak says

      April 16, 2016 at 12:59 pm

      what
      a
      crow
      dropped
      sinks
      the
      river’s
      darkness

      (Daily Haiku Cycle 20)

      Reply
      • Maya Lyubenova says

        April 16, 2016 at 1:36 pm

        autumn leaves…
        the road winding in fields
        of winter wheat

        Reply
        • Pat Geyer says

          April 16, 2016 at 4:51 pm

          dusty…
          miller grinds
          his grain

          Reply
        • ILIYANA STOYANOVA says

          April 17, 2016 at 5:21 am

          endless wheat fields
          how to capture
          the larks’ song?

          Reply
        • Polona Oblak says

          April 17, 2016 at 6:24 am

          winter wheat
          crows answering crows
          through the fog
          .
          Wild Plum 2.1

          Reply
  159. Judith Hishikawa says

    April 16, 2016 at 10:50 am

    quinoa sprouts
    in the cereal bowl…
    spring morning

    Reply
    • Maya Lyubenova says

      April 16, 2016 at 12:27 pm

      quinoa in the soup
      … again this thought
      of worms

      🙂

      Reply
      • Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

        April 16, 2016 at 2:10 pm

        quinoa congee:
        just swap water with
        rice wine

        Reply
      • Olivier Schopfer, Geneva, Switzerland says

        April 16, 2016 at 3:37 pm

        soybean sprouts
        trying to worm
        information out of you

        Reply
        • Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

          April 17, 2016 at 1:14 am

          shh, Sojamilch
          ist verärgert
          bittle alle Achtung!

          :-]

          Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:45 am

      the ritual
      morning cereal
      then a long walk

      Reply
  160. Garry Eaton says

    April 16, 2016 at 8:34 am

    Sorry, but I guess I too was an early bird.

    Reply
  161. Garry Eaton says

    April 16, 2016 at 8:26 am

    hungry birds
    arriving with the dawn –
    my new garden . . .

    Reply
    • Polona Oblak says

      April 16, 2016 at 12:56 pm

      waning crescent
      a blackbird takes off
      with half a worm

      Reply
      • Pratima Balabhadrapathruni says

        April 16, 2016 at 2:15 pm

        vegan’s breakfast
        a half-wiggly garnishes
        swiss muesli

        Reply
    • LYNETTE ARDEN says

      April 17, 2016 at 3:47 am

      as each grape bunch ripens more din from corellas

      Reply

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