Haiku Contest Winners

Drunken autumn moon    
Pours sweet streams of golden wine    
And the river drinks    
Submitted by Esther Friesner    

The first New Year's dream:
A snow white pigeon
With a green olive-branch
Submitted by Vasile Moldovan

   On sticky small feet
   They walk up walls and ceilings
   I want some fly shoes
   Submitted by Karl Justice

I remember stars
In the seasons of my youth
Glimmering through smog
Submitted by David C. Kopaska-Merkel

Outside, in the cold,    
A hunter's moon and the stars    
My destination    
Submitted by James Westbrooks    

Early Fall

Somewhere in the dark
There is the touch of the mist
And the smell of grapes
Submitted by Grant Carrington

   A warm spring morning:
   Coffee in a white mug and
   Apple blossom scent.
   Submitted by Elizabeth Penrose

The forsaken wife
Views the falling maple leaves,
Lovely and forlorn.
Submitted by Esther Friesner

The sheep mills about,    
Nervously waiting to see    
What others will do.    

The dog barks loudly,    
Whining, scratching at the crack,    
But the door stays shut    

The cat sits calmly,    
Quiet, dignified, knowing    
The door will open.    
Triplet submitted by Art Widner    

The suitor returns
Youthful lines better spoken
Time travel wins girl
Submitted by David C. Kopaska-Merkel

   From abandoned nests
   White feathers tumbling slowly
   Chill as early snow
Submitted by Esther Friesner

Midnight Snack

It's dark in my room.
I saw a gleaming eyeball
Hungrily watching.
Submitted by Grant Carrington

A decision made    
Anime or food to buy    
My tummy grumbles    
Submitted by Dorothy Guin Tompkins    

After the sunset
A few glow worms catch the fire
To light the dog's path
Submitted by Vasile Moldovan

 Out in the new fields,
 The brown tubers are sprouting.
 Hope they're edible.
 Submitted by Jon Singer

My brother is ill.
The doctors are all helpless.
This is a bad place.
Submitted by Jon Singer

How I long for home,    
Where the hot blue sun lit up    
The moons so brightly...    
Submitted by Jon Singer    

Too bad even to be entered -

The journey was long
Top of Page seems so far away
The Reader clicks

The horse neighs sadly
And flicks her tail
A tail of 'whoa'

Roses are red
Violets are blue
With one extra line
This ain't haiku