hole in the ice
line in the water
bobber goes under

Rusty Vinson (3)

handsome at first sight
nice smell, beautiful eyes,
then, he speaks

Rita Marlow (11)

sunday morning sunrise
all asleep
best cup of joe ever!

Rita Marlow (6)

I love to creep out of bed on Sundays mornings and get started before everyone else rises. I let my dog out and drink my coffee along with a cigarette. I watch TV. and sometimes cook breakfast (this smell usually gets my daughter up) my husband can sleep through anything. I love having this time for myself to relax before everyone gets up. Karen Currie

Matriarch of the family
anvil on chest
white coats surround her

Julie Rambo (3)

Rosy cheeks and noses
the two children
sliding down the hill

Julie Rambo (4)

blistering cold
watching
your breath

smell of pine
candy canes
barely hanging on

Julie Edmonson

I like this haiku because it reminds me of my first Christmas tree after my divorce. I was a single mom of a 2 yr old and a 4 month old, and had been let go from my job with an orthopedic surgeon. I was totally distraught and financially in trouble, but it was Christmas time and I wanted my kids to have a good Christmas. It wasn't their fault that I didn't have enough money for the holidays, and they deserved to have a good Christmas regardless. So I borrowed old ornaments from family members, got an old used Christmas tree and some candy canes. This tree had seen one too many Christmas's and it was pretty much lopsided and falling apart. The candy canes had a serious time trying to hang on because the branches were so worn out. But, even though I thought that would have been my worst Christmas ever, it turned out to be one of the best I have had. The girls and I loved to sit and watch the lights blink on our tiny little worn out tree, and it sparkled and shined just as much as the fancy, expensive trees. But most of all, the spirit of Christmas was more alive having this humble tree in our home, because it gave us hope for the new future that was ahead of us. Julie Rambo

even though busy
her mind races
new love

Autumn sunset
the frog and the pond
grow old together

raspberry and mint
warm to the touch
porcelain cup

Julie Rambo (4)

When I read this haiku it relaxes me. I imagine a warm cup of tea that I am slowly sipping in the kitchen in my pajamas. I watch it snowing outside and think of how nice it is to be home with the soothing cup of tea that warms me even more. Jill Doyle

the white horizon
the lone pine tree
sparkles

Karen Fleener (4)

little buds
flowering
the icicle's last drip

Karen Fleener (6)

paper hat
no sleeved coveralls
heat shimmering off the roof

wide-eyed apprentice
heavy bucket
leaking on the ground

quick steps of
the sword bearer
shadow of the master’s horse

white breath
clear sunrise
the long parking lot

David Barr (2)

graceful willow
swaying--
morning sunshine

tense standoff
victory dance
with a broken wishbone

David Barr (6)

cool quiet evening
campfire flicker
warm embers glow

Victoria Williams (5)

bright morning
snowdrifts over the car
home after work

a dandelion pokes through
I grab
the weed killer, again

David Workman (7)

This reminds me of the ongoing fight between a gardener and the weeds. The gardener probably thought that they had a victory, but is surprised by the weed that has shown up. They will kill it only for the weed to show up again soon! Kendra Lee

a cold country road
no one in sight
stranded

David Workman (4)

I get a sense of panic from this scene. I can imagine a woman or young adult traveling to a home out in the country and their car breaks down. It is winter with perhaps snow on the ground. They are still far from their destination and have no one to help in their time of need. Their emotions are starting to stir. They are frightened and alone and don't know what to do. Rusty Vinson

a cup of coffee
that I sip
school is closed

David Workman (7)

This reminds me of when I was a kid and our school was closed due to snow. My mom would be sitting at the table just slowly sipping her coffee. There was no rush to drink the coffee and she would be happy she would not have to go to work that day. Julie Edmonson

five year old scribbling
black ink
holiday coasters

dryer hums
her fingers smooth
his school shirt

Jeanne Luckenbill (2)

leaves
raked in a pile
wet from the rain

exhaust rumbles
tires squeel
warm summer wind on his face

dawn sun
the hedge behind our window
sprouts small yellow flowers        

chill in the air
first leaves
f
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coon dog panting
in the shade of an oak
too hot to move

crisp winter walk
beneath black velvet
scattered with diamonds

Mary Lou Walker (5)

Reminds me of when I take my dog for a walk at night. In winter the sky is very dark and you can see the stars very clearly in the sky. Everything is all quiet around and the air and ground is very crisp. Jan Runion

winter chill--
wiping sleep from my eyes,
I reach for him

Kendra Lee (12)

I can picture a man and wife in bed on a cold winters night. The wife awakens during the night and wipes the sleep from her eyes. With a chill in the room, she reaches for him to cuddle and keep her warm. She feels safe as she wraps her arms around him and gently falls back asleep. Rusty Vinson

April showers--
she plays in the rain
with her daughter

Kendra Lee (5)

I thought of my mom when I wrote this. My sister and I used to get into a lot of trouble when we played in the rain because of the mess we made. I remember one time we were outside laughing; we must have been having a really good time because my mom came out and joined us. It is something that I will never forget. Kendra Lee

crackling fire softens
dad takes off his
wet boots

first day of spring
driving
radio full blast