Haikus are sorted by the first name of the poets
First Names: A-C
Haikus A-C Haikus D-I Haikus J-L Haikus M-Z
Haikus selected by our jurors for installation in windows are in PURPLE type; finalists are in BLUE.
Haikus selected by our jurors for installation in windows are in PURPLE type; finalists are in BLUE.
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Battle Green walk
whispering voices on sacred ground - Adelaide Shaw the tolling bell the call to prayer and to battle - Adelaide Shaw Sunday nooning meat pie and gossip at the tavern - Adelaide Shaw marsh grasses sway, hide red-winged blackbirds dart, chatter call, warning, hello, - Adriana Grant loud as rusty hinges meet, meet, rusty blackbirds Hayden Woods, haven - Adriana Grant at Dunback Meadow mourning warblers round dense forest regrowth, thickets - Adriana Grant Dainty parasols Lining granite garden walls May apples unfurl -Alan Millner Skipping down the street Licking yummy treats, drip drip Shoes enjoying too -Anita Patel Joyce Miller's Meadow enigmatic trails cover ancient black bogland -Ann Sullivan spring cacophony Great Meadow bird songs no longer muffled by snow -Ann Sullivan bike path scenery - little girls and boys playing at ball games -Ann Sullivan Thin metallic box A rainbow of wood and wax In need of a hand -Anonymous Knowledge in the books Librarians hard at work Quiet but the books -Arjun Patel, age 10 Bright red on the streets Holds water for those in need Don't sound the alarm -Arjun Patel, age 10 Green trees and clear skies, Flowing meadows and strong winds, Lexington is great -Ashir, age 10 Mo's ice cream truck tunes Costumed tour guides on the Green Sights and sounds of Spring -Barbra Gorvine Lex Rec and Hayden The July 4th carnival Summer traditions -Barbra Gorvine Veterans honored MLK Day of Service Lexington respect -Barbra Gorvine Nature needs our help. Pollution, acid rain, harm. Please help out the Earth. -Bennett Swan Ice cream is delicious. Sweet, edible summer. Dribbling down our chins. -Bennett Swan No taxation Without representation! Revolution was here. -Bennett Swan Moccasins once tread this old path I walk today filled with vibrant life -Beth Kress We hurtle through space and splintered streaks of time moving toward the light -Beth Kress There it is again that empty space called longing where once you used to be -Beth Kress Calm full laden cart Free to enter anytime Gifts of words and acts -Bhupemdra Patel Purple crocus head pokes gleefully through brown earth Young doe’s mouth hovers -Brian Schulz At pond’s edge a hawk dips her wing breaks the surface of empty blue sky -Brian Schulz Full moon Moths rise from shaggy grass flutter into the night -Brian Schulz train travels though the night I watch the slow movie of AWAY -Browen Heuer A silent forest Once deserted, now it’s full A noisy forest -Brynn Kilgore and Nitsa Agarwal, both age 10 Life is bittersweet: Disastrous war in Ukraine Spring flowers blooming -Carol Sacerdote Summer awakens Flowers shine toward the sun Discreet love blooming -Carol Ward Tulips Blossoming Petals displayed to the world Dutch art is unframed -Carol Ward Museum Opens Students file in unknowing History Lives On -Carol Ward Bright white steeple Green grass triangle Glinting hero poses for centuries -Carole Davidson squeak, squeak-- the marker wants to be in a haiku -Cary library group stars shining I wonder if I could stop the war -Cary library group walking trails leaves crunching quiet moments -Cathy Bentix among the books a child’s joy the quiet breaks -Cathy Bentix What began here grows, from Brick to Green. History lives in each neighbor -Celina Burgueno we left families we were the picture takers left out of the frame -Charlotte Man, age 10 rice, sticky as glue rice or glue, who has a clue? sticky rice or glue? -Charlotte Man, age 10 historic cemetery the silence broken by a crossbill’s chirping -Christine L. Villa I pedal along with the lilac breeze new-found trail -Christine L. Villa my thoughts run free among the racehorse statues Sunday picnic -Christine L. Villa the rose bushes bloom in the audacious red of dawn, insisting I stop -Cindy Greene On instinct he stoops, his worn hands pick up strewn trash. A gift for our town. -Cindy Greene soft sun lights the lake, still, yet filled with unseen life, making me reflect -Cindy Greene The deepening light ripe fruit falls in the cool air sweetness touches earth -Claudia Ravaschiere Glistening plumage Turkeys forage the forest floor primeval wild free -Claudia Ravaschiere I long for the sea wet passion of waves on sand The hot sky is mine -Claudia Ravaschiere Coffee beans screech loud Ground to aromatic grounds All for our pleasure -Colette Byrne |