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III.  Original Haiku from our Subscribers
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(13)    All that remains
        Of the late-March snow:
        White tree-trunk shadows




                              (4)    Cinder-ember sky --
                                       Thunderclouds compete with time
                                         Making daylight die.




        (5)       Hollow bamboo sound;
              Kind breeze moves the leaf aside
                To let the raindrop pass.




(8)    empty silo--
          spring wind pops the metal
             in and out




                               (1)        hoe
                                          still a blade of grass
                                          clings to it



(12)       koi midori               dark green lawn
           madara ni medatsu          Stand out in patches
           haru no niwa               Spring garden




(12)      uzuki naka               In the mid April
          youyaku mebuku          Started to bloom at last
          sakura kana               Oh, cherry blossoms




(12)      harusame ni               In spring rain,
          nuretemo ureshi          They are glad to get wet.
          tori no uta               Bird's songs.




                               (2)    Saturated mist;
                                      Clear jewel on the leafpoint ..
                                      Drip!  The river starts.



(2)   Kizil Irmak *

      Glint of dragonflies
   Here and there, beside the reeds
      Of the Red River




                               (7)     On my fishing log
                                    A beaver's wet belly has
                                    Left a brush stroke there




(2)   Exploring the world
   And yet never far from home:
         Snail crossing my path




                               (7)    I throw some bread crumbs
                                   And the pond which was so still
                                                Boils from hunger




(9)    Breaching in the sun enormous
       Whale singing grace swimming
       In the deep




                             (6)   Great Southern Butte stands
                                   alone on the horizon
                                   the Moon just above



(3)  narrow mountain road
     quicker and scarier
     going back down



                               (13)   Walk home from day care --
                                      My daughter points out to me
                                      Dark side of new moon



(13)       water for tea
           so cold
           burns my finger




                          (11)        Cradled bowl; chawan
                                  Held gently - raising soothing drink
                                      Potters hands touch mine.




(8)  august afternoon--
     ants in the shadow
     of the apple core



                                (8)    a crab apple
                                       from the highest branch
                                       rattles down the rain spout


(4)  Silver streaks
         Among the henna --
              Harvest morning.



                               (2)    Summer's embers blown:
                                      Recalling your delight in
                                      Kicking through these leaves.



(2)   A bathing sparrow
      stirs up flurries
      of fallen leaves.




                                  (10)   wind gathered leaves
                                         on a city sidewalk -
                                         Feet send them flying.


          (1)  cool hudson breeze
               new york --
               a brittle brown leaf



(4)
Ochre aspens quake
 At intimations made by
  Each rapacious flake

                            (4)   A squat arroyo
                                   Carving redly through the sage
                                    Gorged on potential.



(4)  Cholla white with snow;
      An icy hope sifts down like
       Inverted shadow.



                             (2)   Winter comes:
                                   Books piled a foot high
                                   By my bedside





(1)  Chuck Easter  (salparadis@aol.com)
(2)  Philip Adams (pka@dmu.ac.uk)
     * Kizil Irmak is the Turkish name for the river in
       Cappadocia,  red from flowing through clay-rich soil.

(3)  Mykel Board (MQB8130@NYUACF.BITNET)
(4)  Charles Trumbull (trumbullc@aol.com)
(5)  GMCDONAL@delphi.com
(6)  Bill Blohm
(7)  Brian Kokensparger (bkoken@bluejay.creighton.edu)
(8)  Michael Dylan Welch (welchm@aol.com)
     * august afternoon
       Published in "Collected Volume of Winning Verses," Itoen
       Tea Company, Tokyo, Japan, 1993; honourable mention in the
       1993 Itoen Tea Company haiku contest; apparently, winning
       and honourable mention poems are printed on cans of Itoen
       iced tea in Japan (in English and Japanese).

     * a crab apple
       Published in "Brussels Sprout" Vol.  X, No.  1, January
       1993, p.  18 as part of "A Gnat in Amber," a renga with
       Paul O.  Williams.

     * empty silo
       Published in "Modern Haiku" Vol.  XXII, No.  2, June 1991,
       p.  82 and in the "Midwest Haiku Anthology", Brooks Books,
       Decatur, Illinois, 1992, p.  103; also published in
       "Woodnotes" #15, Winter 1992, p.  33.

(9)  Tom Towle (towle@rain.org)'s daughter
        Cassandra Apodaca, eight years old, after seeing
        whales from a boat on a fieldtrip
(10) Dean Scott (deans12@aol.com)
(11) DAVID MCBETH (IADD@UTMARTN)
(12) Nori Matsui (NORIM@EARLHAM.EDU)
(13) Tom Frenkel (frenkel@cucis.cis.columbia.edu)

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