29-3

wind-dried washing, blown

with scent of sun and Spring air, 

all clean, fresh and crisp

Freya Pickard 2012

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

A Memory of November by Freya Pickard

The dying year weeps

Fallen leaves as sap declines.

Earth and trees sleep deep.

A Memory of October by Freya Pickard

Tender green fronds, bright

Sun-like heart, white petals gleam,

Fragrant, sun-warmed herb.

A Memory of September by Freya Pickard

Recycling cardboard

And dried cut fennel stalks for

An insect hotel.

A Memory of August by Freya Pickard

Like a delicate

Candyfloss, mint flowers bloom

Enticing insects

Huntress by Freya Pickard

Keen-eyed, sights the stag

Running beneath forest leaves;

Closes for the kill.

A Memory of July by Freya Pickard

Seed sown in soil

Produces fruit in darkness;

Perfect potatoes!

A Memory of June by Freya Pickard

Yellow veins stretch out

Supporting the wide, green leaf

Cabbage slowly grows.

A Memory of May by Freya Pickard

A single seed makes

Two soft leaves to seek the sun -

A promise of fruit.

A Memory of April by Freya Pickard

Cornflower blue smiles

Opens his crowned head towards

The rays of sunshine.

A sunshine haiku by Freya Pickard

Sun strong on my skin

Relaxes, warms my body.

Breeze is still cool