A couple more Republican presidential administrations, and there won’t be any more nature worth haikuing about. So enjoy it while it lasts! Grand Imperial Mistress of Haiku Gail Miller gets a $25 gift certificate to Bookworks, a $20 certificate to the District and two passes to the Guild Cinema for a haiku that I suppose could best be labeled neotraditional. Whatever you call it, it’s a beauty.
Winner
The rain falls in code —
Wet spidery penmanship
That demands cracking.
— Gail Miller
Honorable Mentions
An empty can glides
Across shattered asphalt lots
Eight pigeons take flight
— Susan Cummings
Over bleached salt flats
Ten blackbirds flapping north change
To a tar-smoke cloud
— Carol Moscrip
Strands of green kelp, locked
In late tide’s rock pool, bracelet
Arms of a red star
— Carol Moscrip
A leaf falls, twig snaps
I think about winter air
Frogs freezing in mud
— Shelby Anderson
Oranges tossed upon
A river after New Year:
Souls or good fortune?
— Leslie McMurtry
Late frost fingers pinch
Buds, plump like ladies’ bottoms,
Blue where pink belongs.
— Janet S. Harris
