Colorful Haiku

Welcome to the August issue of brass bell: a haiku journal. This month's theme: Color.

You will find work here by 82 contributors, from Australia, Bulgaria, Canada, Denmark, England, India, Italy, Japan, New Zealand, Poland, Romania, Scotland, Singapore, Switzerland, and The United States

desert verbena

I walk knee-deep

in the purple sea

- Ajaya Mahala

clear skies

these bluebells camouflage

my blues

- Akila Gopalakrishnan

as I walk by

the sunflowers

turn their yellow heads away

- Alain Rodari

thirteen ways

to wear a pencil skirt . . .

the blackbird's outline

-Alan Summers

black cat sky

i write as if

my life depends on it

- An Mayou

windless day —

a blue poppy stamp

on junk mail

- Angelee Deodhar

winter twilight

black cat in the corner

is going away

- Anna Mazurkiewicz

green spider on my windshield

hold tight

I'm slowing down

- Antonia Matthew

starry night —

white jasmine floats

on the holy river

- Archana Kapoor Nagpal

potter's hand —

the imprint of a memory

on a blue jug

- Arvinder Kaur

here and now

where I need to be . . .

saffron sunset

- Asni Amin

rolling blackout

suddenly

these stars!

- ayaz daryl nielsen

all these birds scattered among

the grand blue spruce

chirp chirp chirp

- Barbara Brazill

gray morning

only clouds

in the bird bath

- Barbara Kaufmann

cups of light

these bright red tulips

by the roadside

- Bill Waters

pink 

draws me into the garden

no gloom here

- C. Robin Janning

surprised to see

black and white memories

in color

- Cady Fontana

rush hour —

red leaves overtake

my strides

- Carl Seguiban

when I am gone

indigo morning glories . . .

who will love them?

- Carole Johnston

where sky

meets ocean . . .

blue lace agate

- Caroline Skanne

a red dragonfly

on the Kindle

time-traveler

- Carolyn Coit Dancy

after downpour —

a white butterfly on

red traffic light

- Cezar-Florin Ciobica

an old woman

with her dog dyed bright pink

summer heat

- Chen-ou Liu

after black and white –

on the rice paper

a cherry tree branch in bloom

- Daniela Lacramioara Capota

black cloud

below it

houses grow old

- Diana Petkova  

at dock's end

a yellow ladder

steps in sky

- Debbie Strange

floating purple —

my daydreams follow

the water hyacinth

- Deborah P Kolodji

bearded iris field —

the sky gathers

purple clouds

- Elena Malec 

green hues mix with red

arctic viewers reel

with internal motion

- Gale Owen

dog days . . .

my son paints

red suns

- Gergana Yaninska

orange sky

a black crow merges

with the breeze

- G.R. LeBlanc

fireside mending

the wrong side of the kimono

shimmering orange

- Helen Buckingham

a lemon 

under the blue sky —

remains of yesterday

- Hideo Suzuki

summer rain

washing away

blue hydrangeas

- Isabella Loverro

the end of winter

skeletons of trees

again in white

- Janina Kolodziejczyk

turquoise sari . . .

gathering the ocean

into her folds

- Jayashree Maniyil

bright yellow dandelion

just fluff in a breeze

forgetting him now

- Joan Corr

chartreuse sky

precursor of new 

heartache

- Joann Grisetti

blood test

a white butterfly fills

the waiting room

- johannes s. h. bjerg

light through

the empty gin bottle

his green face

- John McDonald

pawn shop

my grandmother hands over  

her best silver

- John McManus

grey cat . . .

a softer 

mood

- Julian O'Dea

delicate mauve ...

this corn stubble field

scratching the sky

- Julie Bloss Kelsey

no choice 

but to wear purple

jacaranda

-Kath Abella Wilson

orange and pink . . .

mother thought they should never

be worn together

- kris moon 

blue birds soaring high
against a cerulean sky
invisible flight

- Lance Robertson

red icicles

sparkling along the boardwalk —

stiletto heels

- Lavana Kray

green of her eyes —

the hands of the clock

move back in the mirror

- Lech Szeglowski

shards of the rainbow

hidden inside red poppies —

drops of morning dew

- Liliana Negoi

black, white, and tan

everywhere I look

the geese own the park

- Linda Keeler

I look to him tenderly . . .

his hair is not pure white

oh, the eyes are still blue

- Luciana Vladimir

first spring rain —

my old garden absorbs

the greenness

- Magda Banaszkiewicz

yellow and black and

yellow – goldfinch hunts seeds in

breeze-tossed sunflowers

- Margaret Fisher Squires

deeper blue

one raindrop falls

into another

- Maria Kowal-Tomczak

cloudless sky —

a thread of forget-me-not

in the yellow bowl

- Maria Tirenescu

green shoots

in winter

the heart aches

- Mark E. Brager

lightning strike

in the darkness

your white face

- Maureen Sudlow

purple clematis —

my aphasic father

afraid of the wind

- Miriam Sagan

red orchid cactus

feeds the dreamworld

of the gentle pansy

- Nancy Wells

art class —

on the drawing board

less and less green

- Oana Gheorghe

these hues
of beige . . .
hay moon

- Pat Geyer

you couldn’t spot me

wrapped in the blue striped towel:

I was the ocean

- Patricia Longoria

no more yellow shirts —

today my hands have turned old

- Peggy Miller

white 

soothing the yearning —

petals everywhere

- Petruta Ionescu

peach-colored sunset —

visible in all the puddles

but only from a distance

- Phoebe Lakin

my dreams

embracing thick black clouds

her departed love

- Purushothamarao Ravela

summer heat
the coolness
of a white rose

- Rachel Sutcliffe

late spring –

in the kid’s crayon box
the green has run out

- Radka Mindova

English translation by Maya Lyubenova

autumn dawn —

mother serves white rice

on an almond leaf

- Ramesh Anand

late love —

suddenly

greenery

- Robert Kania

what the red apple

did

to the white room

- Robert Poulin

mountains of mist

as if we are one

little grey bird 

- Sandi Pray

the day of your funeral

confused sky

I bring pale blue delphiniums

- Sara Robbins

blue butterfly a poem flutters in my nib

- Shloka Shankar

the swallows —

alongside white eggs

naked chicks

- Silvestru Miclaus

let me loose

on this morning—

a pink peony

- Sondra J. Byrnes

how lonely it is

sudden yellow of forsythia

on her birthday

- Tina Wright

first date

her dress

red

- Vessislava Savova

still blooming

by the grave . . .

a pink rose

- Vibeke Laier

dizzy moon —

the stars embroider the realm

in silver

- Victoria Fatu Nalatiu

black and white striped dress

yellow scarf, pink purse

ready to party

- Yvonne Fisher

unexpected rainstorm

holding a red balloon

over my head

- Zee Zahava

Previously published:

Carolyn Coit Dancy — a red dragonfly — Haiku Canada Review Vol. 7:1 (February 2014)

Deborah P Kolodji — floating purple — Yuki Teikei Haiku Society Membership Anthology (2007)

Helen Buckingham — fireside mending — Chrysanthemum 7 (2010)

Lech Szeglowski — green of her eyes — DailyHaiga 9 (October 2011)

Radka Mindova — late spring — World Haiku Review (March 2013)

Robert Kania — late love — A Hundred Gourds 2:4 (September 2013)

Robert Poulin — what the red apple — Mainichi Daily News Haiku in English (May 1, 2014)