do you miss the ocean
she asks
I wasn't listening

Zack Ploen

cars
vanish in a cloud
of dust

Jennifer Rose

glittering water
spectacular snowy wings
lifting vibrant white

a foggy morning
the men
hunt their next meal

Whitney Edmonson

tiny cries
from a wooden cradle
years of prayers

Alisha Burgett

Although I'm not a parent myself, I can sympathize with the nervous excitement new parents endure having their first child. I can only imagine the rush of emotions as all of one's hopes are bundled in a humble cradle. Babies can be both adorable and frustrating at the same time – the haiku is ambiguous as to the nature of the crying. Is the baby hungry, or maybe they're tiny cries of laughter? Leaving the emotional statement open is fitting in this context, which is something I really enjoy in a haiku. Zack

I love this haiku, because it just reminds me of how special my children are to me. When I read this, I picture a newborn baby in a special cradle that has been passed down in the family. It reminds me of when we brought our little girls home from the hospital and our first night at home as new parents. I really connected with this haiku for these reasons. Whitney

dogs in the park
shaking off the chill
to see what's new

Zack Ploen

the road sings
to those who listen
waiting for sunrise

Zack Ploen

early morning
low fog
the boat awaiting

Whitney Edmonson

dead branches
of a tree they planted
hopefulness

her mother's rosary
on bended knees
she finds faith

Alisha Burgett

orange pigeons fly
pull, aim, fire, shatter applause
orange pigeon down

Jane Daniels

her fingers
weathered and wrinkled
thimble

Jennifer Rose