country church
big fancy hat
shades her Sunday best

Dimitra Woods (5)

Sunday morning church
cold outside
warm inside

Victoria Williams (5)

I love church. I do not know if the person here is warmed by the heat of the sanctuary or the present of the Holy Spirit – my guess would be the latter. Kendra Lee

butterflies flutter
at the cave
eyes peer out

gusting wind
leaves gently
scrape the concrete

mom snaps her fingers
rowdy children
at attention

Julie Rambo (9)

snow covered hill
      n  d  d
   a             o
 p                 w
u                   n
sleds strewn about

Jan Runion (6)

falling rapidly
fresh snow flakes
caught on my tongue

warm winter day
the snowman in the yard
loses an eye

Kendra Lee (12)

I imagine this to be one of the last days of winter. Water is dripping down from the icicles hanging from the gutters. The kids have built a snowman a day or two ago and the weather has warmed up a bit. The snowman has begun to shrink as the temperature rises. As the snow melts away, the rock they used for his eyes has dropped to the ground. I can see images of disappointment on the faces of the children who will soon lose their frosty friend. Rusty Vinson

between the trees
white mushrooms
a fairy ring

Marie Radtke

the phone rings
I won’t be in
tomorrow

Karen Currie (3)

the phone call
always ends
I love you

Julie Edmonson (7)

basketball season . . .
a referee's final call
husband yells

sleepless night
eyes red and puffy
neither apologize

cuckoo clock sounds
I roll over
on the couch

in the middle of nowhere
I find a little--
piece of heaven

Lisa Swick (6)

dazed . . .
one arm reaches
snooze . . .

Jill Doyle (8)

old red barn
leaning to the left
family farm

Dianne Olson (10)

I can remember the time as a child when we would go to my grandfather’s farm and play in his old barn. The barn was filled with golden hay. As many old farmhouses in the south, his barn had a definite lean. We would climb to the loft and swing down on a rope to the ground below. Rusty Vinson

ceramic tiles
young girl plays hopscotch
in the kitchen

on the outside
looking in
the fireplace roars

home
everyone gathers
smell of chicken frying

snuggling close
ten little toes
beneath the quilt

Rusty Vinson (8)

I really like this haiku. It reminds me of those cold winter days where I played way too long and my fingers and toes were frozen solid. I would run in and jump under a quilt. This brought back fond memories. Kendra Lee

choo choo train miles away
toddler boy perks up
eyes full of wonder

Gidget Kellenberger (3)

sliding
from side to side
black ice invisible

Napoleon Mond

warm sun
in a foreign land
margaritas

neon lights
bells and whistles
reaching for more quarters

four hour flight
Tiffany’s windows
more beautiful than imagined

Christmas morning
Kids wake up
a new puppy!

pre-school
she spells her name
missing a letter

polished guns
bugle
husband's funeral