the wet water flows
over the silver blue fish
in the little pond
Ellie Rutigliano
real snow, some fake snow
ice skates, ski poles, dark goggles
Winter Olympics
haiku can be fun
I’m glad for a chance to try
it may lead to more
Inger Larsen
SLL a bles are hard
to write in Writing Class today.
I will try another time
Bernice Schachter
the earth is warming
roses pushing out and up
sunshine caused all this
the silly white dog laughs
prancing about to be loved
a pat will do it
water rushing over rocks
foam appears at the rushing
our feet are cleansed
it was that moonlight
made everyone so looney
a hypnotic sight
awake, awake, called the seeds
frigid cold, the pounding wet
calling all to be
Sally Tilbury
raindrops spilling down my windshield. somewhere
soldiers’ mothers’ tears are mine
pebbles of unrest
are not washed away
by forces of the main stream
something is sharing
my morning muffin
a mousie in the pantry?
summer pleasures
ice tinkling in glass
cool contemplation of navel
Joyce Cass
the things that I love
are always close beside me
home means happiness
you might cover me
with bubble wrap so I don’t
break my bones falling
Shirley Johnson
step, slide, step, step, slide
whirling skirts and do-si-do
square dance melodies
light bursts from the sky
the thunder gods are bowling
electricity
please remember this
no black cats under ladders
even catching mice
Look, bare feet dangle
Ten toes wiggle, splash, and play
Then little fishes nibble
Karin Fitzgerald
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