29-3

wind-dried washing, blown

with scent of sun and Spring air, 

all clean, fresh and crisp

Freya Pickard 2012

March 28th

stars, moon on the run
I see the seasons play chase -
night clouds in wind breath

JulesPaige/davh

You can read more of JulesPaiges work at julesgemsandstuff

Jules wrote this in a comment in response to my Haiku 2-29 and I loved it so much I've reposted it here. I love the movement, the power, the elementals moving so swiftly we cannot keep up. What you do think of it? Freya

27-3

the flowering black-

currant droops its bright pink blooms

against new green leaves

Freya Pickard 2012

22-3

daffodil brightens

and cherry tree whitens; brought

to life by the sun

Freya Pickard 2012

March 21st

A lone ship sails sad

on turquoise blue foamy waves,

its masts pierce grey clouds.

 

Claudia Messelodi 

To read more of Claudia's work please visit Stream of Stones

This haiku is so poignant. I love real ships, with sails full-bellied under a windswept sky and this haiku conjured up such a vivid image. But her use of sad and pierce led me to think that the ship maybe carried bad news or perhaps she was the last of her kind... Freya

20-3

equinox passes, full

moon wanes as Spring ascends, mist

diffuses sunrise

Freya Pickard 2012

15-3

the promise of Spring

no longer a hint but now

a reality

Freya Pickard 2012

March 14th

In the marble sink

lie artichokes lettuce mint,

green bunch of flavours.

Claudia Messelodi 

To read more of Claudia's work please visit Stream of Stones

I love the way Claudia uses colour and texture constrast within her haiku. The marble is hard and cold whereas the green leaves are vivid and organic, standing out against the paleness of the sink. Freya

13-3

the breeze skims my neck

scratches at my cheeks and ears; 

mist halts Spring again

Freya Pickard 2012

8-3

bright mist blown by warm

wind reveals blue sky of

Spring and the sunshine

Freya Pickard 2012

7-3

lightness in the air

as misty dawn brightens. Year

awakens, smiling

Freya Pickard 2012

March 6th

Amazed we discern
chestnut husks fall down from boughs, 
pearls of the autumn

Claudia Messelodi 

To read more of Claudia's work please visit Stream of Stones

 Again Claudia creates something very different. I always think of pearls as pale, but I suppose the insides of the chestnut husks are pale like pearls - I hadn't really associated the two together before. So thank you Claudia for stretching my imagination and taking me to a new place. Freya

March 1st

Seeking a way out
of a sudden awesome mist,
eyes trapped in a dream.

Claudia Messelodi 

To read more of Claudia's work please visit Stream of Stones

 I've been in a mist like this! Ah, or is it a dream? Or is it symbolic - the poet can't see their path clearly.... So many interpretations of this one. Freya