Welcome to the October 2016 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal.
This month's collection features poems that were written on a single date: September 22, 2016.
Contributors are from: Argentina, Australia, Brazil, Canada, Croatia, Denmark, England, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Poland, Singapore, Turkey, the U.K., and the United States
before dawn
lights switched on
opening doors to let light out
- Alan Bern
morning hesitates — deep fog lingers
- Alan Catlin
new season
aubergine pimpernels climb
the bedroom wall
- Alan Summers
not a single leaf left
on the guava tree —
hard work sweeping the yard
- Amauri Solon
equinox
the sun halfway
to my winter chair
- Barbara Kaufmann
Walmart
first day of autumn
Christmas garlands
- Barbara Tate
season of change . . .
leaf by golden leaf
the sweet gum
- Bill Waters
grandma hangs quilts
on the line —
I bring fall leaves
- Brenda Roberts
lost in the clouds
what happened
today
- C. Robin Janning
6 months missing
i start feeding a cat
that looks like mine
- Caroline Skanne
excuse for my new shawl open window
- Christina Martin
this delicate dance
of avoiding each other
scenic route
- Christina Sng
rotten posts
the barbed wire leans
on a milkweed
- Dan Schwerin
when did clothes
go out of fashion?
naked mannequins
- David J. Kelly
dancing alone
I embrace
my flaws
- Debbi Antebi
the bleached husk
of a small crayfish . . .
summer wanes
- Debbie Strange
moonlight walk
a ghost wind rearranges
the fallen leaves
- Dottie Piet
after fifty years —
sex is not sex anymore
it's life itself
- Frank Robinson
back from vacation
a voicemail message
what's my password
- Glenn Ingersoll
afternoon migraine —
because of left-handedness
chaos in the guest room
- Goran Gatalica
snooze alarm
the cat and I
close our eyes again
- Hannah Mahoney
autumn equinox
the eye of the storm
blazes down
- Helen Buckingham
scudding clouds
under a bridge the fitful
flap of bats
- Jan Benson
grocery run —
a stand of mums
with a hundred tiny harvest moons
- Jennifer Hambrick
the cat interrupts my nap— a fat grasshopper
- Jim Roser
an apple blossom breeze . . .
longing for something
i cannot name
- Jo Balistreri
first day of autumn
put sunscreen lotion away
take out blankets
- Joan McNerney
traffic jam
at the 4-way stop
7 a.m.
- Joanna M. Weston
leftovers again half a day moon
- Julie Warther
mournful lights of night —
aurora borealis —
green veils, white shrouds
- Karla Linn Merrifield
two canna lilies
you and I bloom today
in the garden pond
- Kath Abela Wilson
hummingbird poses
on spiky autumn flowers —
but my pen is too slow
- Katya Taylor
fall hike
ziploc bag in a pocket
for cranberries
- kjmunro
one smaller maple
down the street
always turns first
- Madeleine Cohen Oakley
plane window
so close yet so far
day moon
- Madhuri Pillai
urban walk
the tractor trailer's shadow
runs me over
- Marianne Paul
at your graveside
oblivious to the rain
sunflowers
- Marion Clarke
autumn equinox —
my plane flies to the southern
hemisphere
- Marta Chocilowska
half moon
the things I meant
to say
- Martha Magenta
long drive into fall
Kiri Te Kanawa
sings colors to the trees
- Marty Blue Waters
shortening days
same amount
of writing time
- Michael G. Smith
yellow chamisa, purple asters — every year your yahrzeit
- Miriam Sagan
dog
on an old chair
a toy and a bone
- Nada Jacmenica
night sky
Ursa Major
with extra red star
- Nancy Brady
garden parrot
calls us into
the tropical greenhouse
- Pat Davis
no passersby
my mind wanders . . .
this acorned street
- Pat Geyer
crickets singing —
already the hydrangea heads
are bent with dew
- Phoebe Lakin
dark attic
no place for a doll
that used to need me
- Phyllis Lee
downhill racer
my good eye no longer
my good eye
- Pris Campbell
hard rain
the difference between knowing
and not
- Rachel Sutcliffe
windless afternoon
in my wind chimes
a baby gecko
- Rosa Clement
mid-morning
the floral carpet blooms
in the sunroom
- Simon Hanson
city park
brown circles
where trees were
- Skaidrite Stelzer
wild asters push
through bleached branches —
september light
- Sondra J. Byrnes
alone on the lake
hearing whispered confessions
from the red lighthouse
- Stacey Murphy
unable to write
i look up from my page—
a robin watching me
- Stephen Page
september heat —
woolen sweaters
hibernate under my bed
- Sue Norvell
suspended in time
softly fallen leaf
in the spider's web
- Susan Lang
pillow talk —
daybreak in the curl
of a rose petal
- Theresa A. Cancro
until I see you again palace swans
- Tim Gardiner
all this pretty day
i think of the forest walk
i will take then don't
- Tina Wright
coming to morning light
beetle hieroglyphics
on a log
- Tom Clausen
the bower birds'
choice of blue
buttons and sky
- Tricia Knoll
parallel motion —
the train car
and a blue heron
- Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
keeping stars alive
on rice paper
autumn calligraphy
- Vibeke Laier
wrapping the house
in a polka dot scarf —
i wake up laughing
- Zee Zahava
