walking alone
through the silence
of the yellow
Su Wai Hlaing is a nurse and has been working in Singapore. She was born and brought up in Burma. She was interested in poetry since she was young and enjoyed reading and reciting them to her family and her brother. She was introduced to Haiku by Roger Watson in 2017 and started writing them since then. suwaihlainghaiku.blogspot.com
the fall
turning into yellow
silent sacrifices
Su Wai Hlaing is a nurse and has been working in Singapore. She was born and brought up in Burma. She was interested in poetry since she was young and enjoyed reading and reciting them to her family and her brother. She was introduced to Haiku by Roger Watson in 2017 and started writing them since then. suwaihlainghaiku.blogspot.com
Photo Credit: Petr Kratochvil
giving an eye
to the scarecrow . . .
a mallow skipper
Nicholas Klacsanzky is an editor and writer who writes poetry whenever he can. He is the founder of Haiku Commentary—a blog dedicated to the analysis of haiku and related forms of poetry. He has been published widely, is an award-winning poet, and has had several books published that feature his work.
“A small beaten gold boat complete with oars & oarlocks was found in a lake in Ireland, part of a tribute to Manannán mac Lir. It resides in the National Museum of Ireland, Dublin.” — Elaine Reardon
Tail end of autumn
the in-between time
bare maples branches
dry leaves scuttle
A young bear pushes his nose
into heaped up leaves
poking through for acorns
coyotes howl late afternoon
Once twilight falls
barred owls call right up
until bed time
The land reads brown and grey
Scattered red berries
puckered purple grapes.
Winter hasn’t emerged yet
although she’s expected
Garden plots are cleared
in anticipation of her arrival
like the tide line between sand and sea
November separates seasons
Of life pushing out of seed and egg
then returning to ground
November waits for those last geese to fly
holds her cards close to her chest
Listen to the water ripple against the shore
and honor Manannán mac Lir
I have not beaten gold into form
but I place an offering in the water
“Heaven and earth are trapped in visible form: all things emerged from within the writing brush.” — Lu Chi
Elaine is a poet, herbalist, educator, and member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators. Her chapbook from Flutter Press, The Heart is a Nursery For Hope, won first honors.Recently Elaine’s poetry has been published by Crossways Journal, UCLA journal, Automatic Pilot, Nicht.com , MA Poet of the Moment. She has a website at elainereardon.wordpress.com, and lives deep in the Massachusetts forest. Find her on Twitter @elainereardon33
nubby cap snug
perfect, plump acorn
buried treasure
Elaine Wilburt’s poems have appeared in Thema, New Thought Journal, and the City Paper (Baltimore) among others; devotionals, in The Word in Season. Forthcoming poetry will appear in Better than Starbucks. She earned her BA in French and English from Middlebury College. She lives in Maryland with her best friend and their five children.
Amber Oliver
campfire—
the autumn leaves
losing light
Isabel Caves is a poet and fiction writer living in Auckland, New Zealand. In addition to haiku poetry she also enjoys writing fantasy, science fiction and horror. For more, visit her on Twitter @isabel_caves and check out isabelcaves.wordpress.com
