by Kelly
Come, thunder storm, come.
Wash away winter’s gray grit.
Bring caterpillars.
April is National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating!
Each Monday this month, we’re throwing out a topic and inviting readers to share haiku on the subject.
This week’s topic: Renewal
Add your haiku as a comment. Let’s see how many we can collect! Oh, and there’s no time limit. Today, tomorrow, next week. We’ll take ‘em!
The blueberries are
getting sweeter and sweeter
along with our moods.
Comment by Alison — April 13, 2009 @ 5:07 am
SPRING IS ON ITS WAY,
FLOWERS BLOOM, BIRDS CHIRP, GRASS GROWS,
WHAT A TIME OF YEAR.
Comment by Lauren — April 13, 2009 @ 7:16 am
Icarus, my old
dear cat - let’s renew our deep
friendship and snuggle
Comment by StoodaBaker — April 13, 2009 @ 6:52 pm
Come Be My Pen-pal,
By Classic Correspondence,
By Pigeon, By Post !
Comment by Kimberly Madison — April 13, 2009 @ 7:44 pm
sabbath candles shine
an ancient ritual soothes
the restless with peace
Comment by Bonnie — April 14, 2009 @ 1:48 am
ah to sleep late and
awake near midday after
the easter vigil
Comment by Gillena Cox — April 14, 2009 @ 4:59 am
It’s been a good year
Contemplating renewal
of my subscription
Comment by rgdaniel — April 15, 2009 @ 6:49 pm
N train putrid stench.
Halitosis or rancid
metamorphosis?
Comment by D. Gale — April 17, 2009 @ 10:55 am
above below her
horizon awakening
diagonally
Comment by Now I'm a Farmer — April 18, 2009 @ 7:59 am
winter in springtime
one life ends…another lives
sorrow amid joy
*a tribute to my nephew who passed away March 27, 2009 shortly after the birth of his first child
Comment by Carol Ann Starr — April 19, 2009 @ 8:08 am
kiss to breathe new life
bound for all eternity
soulmates of the sea
*from my mermaid-themed haiku collection
Comment by Carol Ann Starr — April 19, 2009 @ 8:09 am
a blue speckled shell
new life has arrived in the nest
now it’s time to fly
Comment by Carol Ann Starr — April 19, 2009 @ 8:13 am
rain clouds disappear
light streamng through the window
dawn of a new day
Comment by Carol Ann Starr — April 19, 2009 @ 8:14 am
eight hours of sleeping
drifts by too fast in a dream
smiling at the sun
Comment by Michelle Sale — April 19, 2009 @ 4:59 pm