trail dust
all those years mother hiked
behind us
by Harriot West (USA)
The Heron’s Nest, Issue 11, 2009
my mother braiding my hair
I realize now
how young she was
by Bonnie Stepenoff (USA)
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trail dust
all those years mother hiked
behind us
by Harriot West (USA)
The Heron’s Nest, Issue 11, 2009
my mother braiding my hair
I realize now
how young she was
by Bonnie Stepenoff (USA)
deep winter . . .
the inside of my home
grows smaller
by Carole MacRury (USA)
Samobor Haiku Anthology, 2018
Christmas list
every year
shorter
by William Scott Galasso (USA)
a far galaxy
mother mends her shawl
with tobacco twine . . .
curing season
by Curtis Dunlap (USA)
The Heron’s Nest, Issue 11, 2009
and a tanka . . .
why this longing
for one never seen
nor ever heard –
a ghost of my dreams
laments in the wind
by an’ya (U...
night stroll
an owl guides me
to the woods
by Nicholas Klacsanzky (USA)
Acorn, No. 35, Fall 2015
catching my gaze
in the café window
autumn loneliness
by Ben Gaa (USA)
Acorn, No. 38, Spring 2017
scattered rainbows
my mother’s diamond
on my finger
by susan spooner (Canada)
Bacopa Literary Review, 2019
And a tanka . . .
holding myself
to a higher standard
I need to stop
apologizing
for my own existence