round, red, ripe tomatoes
fill my basket
the dog pants in the sun

after a long winter nap
the forest
is alive

Glen Sims (5)

I love this haiku. It gives a great visual to what the poem is all about. After a long winter nap refers to the trees being dormant for the winter. Now that winter is over, they are starting to bud and give the realization that they are alive. I see the many colors of the forest as well as hear all the animals that have been scarce over the winter. Such as the birds, rabbits, and squirrels. Josh

I like the idea that the forest is napping. In a lot of writings, winter is referred to as being ‘dead’. In this haiku, the forest has taken a nap; been allowed to rest, before waking up in time for spring. This is one of my favorites. Jenifer

autumn leaves
red, yellow, and orange
envelop my body

Marcia Gordon (4)

first sunny spring day
her drop top Benz
hugs the road

Dee Wood (2)

bitter cold
          a family huddles
to watch a movie

Josh Lane (5)

I imagine being at home on a Friday or Saturday night with my family. We are all lined up on the four-seated couch in the living room. We share a big blanket that is draped across our front. Mama sits in the middle to hold the popcorn so the kids do not have anything to fight about. We push play movie and relax. Our life is closed to the outside world. Settings like this make me feel like I am safe and secure. Nothing from the outside world can get to me. The stillness of the house and its surroundings gives me sense of peacefulness. Marcia

cooking outdoors
children laughing in
the water

like cream in my morning joe
clouds slowly fade
into the night sky

Jenifer Hagen (2)

autumn leaves
covering the ground
as I unpack sweaters

Dee Wood

in the summer swelter
a snake sunbathes
on the warm rocks

we fly
down the snow white hill
splat!

Willa Heath (3)

I really relate to this haiku for several reasons. My children are like most children and love snow, the more the better. Reading the haiku I can very vividly, see Whitney and Dorian getting their warm snow clothes on and having daddy blow up the sled. Dying to make their way down the snow covered hill. Going up and down the hill a million times of course one of the children would wipe out so I can envision hearing SPLAT!!! Then the tears would be wiped away and up they go again. Dee

Christmas Eve
she cries
just one present?

Marcia Gordon

This one brings to mind the year my present husband asked me to marry him. We had both been divorced and were somewhat hesitant to take that step. After all the other gifts had been opened and everyone had left, he handed me a small box with the most beautiful ring in it, I cried over this one gift. Willa

heat of summer
scorching sand
between their toes

Josh Lane