(Please note: If you sent in a haiku and you haven’t seen it here yet, have patience! I have an abundance of haiku which is so much nicer than an abundance of caution.)
Here’s a lovely dose of spring from Patti Russo of Bloomington, Indiana (a perfectly-named town for the season):
Sunshine on a stick
Immune from fear or worry
Patti must have an abundance of creativity because she sent two haikus. Here’s the other:
To want a dog’s life
Not just any dog’s..this one’s
The smile says it all!
Brenda Loew sent these lovelies:
Where are the two leggeds now?!?
the crows are wondering…
the world is so still.
And her second, a timely reminder of our need for human contact, whatever form it takes
Dying is not difficult.
Not having good Friends,
a Hell realm indeed.
My daughter Lizzie, a nurse in northern Michigan, sent a few. Her work brings back memories of long ago when we sat at the kitchen table and wrote haikus inspired by art postcards.
As of late although
Surfaces are suspicious
All has been wiped clean
and here’s one about delayed affection in the age of coronavirus
Just six feet away
You laugh and stand there smiling
I will hug you soon
My sister Ceci is using her quarantine time to clean out her basement. My sisters and I tease her that she has forever been cleaning out her basement. A good reason to disappear downstairs, I suppose. Anyway, here’s her Marie-Kondo-inspired haikus:
Thanks for this invitation. Finally got some time to sit alone and write. Here’s what came out.
HaikuFor Emilio Tomas
limp againsthis grandpa’s chest,
a lion atrest.
Tom McGrath (The original final line was, “big sister pokes him.” )