Welcome to the January 2017 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal.
This month we are sharing what makes us happy … a good way to start a new year!
Contributors are from: Australia, Brazil, Canada, Croatia, Denmark, Ecuador, England, Ghana, India, Ireland, Japan, Philippines, Poland, Singapore, Sweden, Switzerland, Turkey, Wales, the U.K., and the United States
mountain
on your rough edge
I made it to the top
- Adjei Agyei-Baah
crashing tide
little crabs hurry back
to sea
- Adjei Agyei-Baah
your voice
again
more than enough
- Alan Bern
the rock garden where the statue of Buddha sat
- Alan Catlin
bedtime stories
read to me by my parents
I read to my grandson
- Angelee Deodhar
spring breeze
my dress makes a pirouette
on the washing line
- Anna Maris
sunset
the hare and i
stop to watch
- Anna Maris
first date
this early morning and you
also so blushed
- Anna Mazurkiewicz
temple bell . . .
I recollect the name
of a long lost friend
- Aparna Pathak
winter sky
catching a wish
on my tongue
- Barbara Tate
reading in the sunshine . . .
a tangle of lavender
and one devoted bee
- Bill Waters
asleep with the light on . . .
taking the book
from her hand
- Bill Waters
after the rain
my shadow steps first
in the puddles
- Billy Antonio
book-shaped cake
my child tells me she too
is a bookworm
- Billy Antonio
swaying pines . . .
something inside me
clicks into place
- Brad Bennett
thirty four years after
dad's gone — a new baby
with his eyes
- Bre
rush of wind
no ground below
zipline
- Caroline Gates-Lupton
full inbox
taking a break
super moon . . .
- Caroline Skanne
thawing stream
the forgotten words
of a song . . .
- Caroline Skanne
her bike
leans against mine . . .
summer stars
- Chen-ou Liu
rolling in from the sea moon pearls
- Christina Martin
last chocolate
at the back of the fridge
childlike exuberance
- Christina Sng
first sight
of my newborn son
the expansion of my heart
- Christina Sng
a young swashbuckler
challenges his reflection
with a balloon sword
- David J. Kelly
wearing fairy wings
a little girl flutters
from step to step
- David J. Kelly
tiny raindrops shine
in my daughter's dark hair —
starry sky
- David Oates
harvest moon
the love note I find
in an old book
- Debbi Antebi
eleven years later
our new dance
to the same song
- Debbi Antebi
ginko walk how extraordinary this ordinary life
- Debbie Strange
Betsy's deck —
waiting for the eagle
on Penobscot Bay
- Frances Helmstadter
early january —
for a moment
i'm as young as the new year
- Frank Robinson
one by one
the fireflies come to dance
among the rafters
- Glenn Ingersoll
ending the year
on a bright note —
moonshine on ice
- Helen Buckingham
twin umbrellas
talking to each other
joy of a rainy day
- Hideo Suzuki
you are my sunshine
new again
with each babe
- Jan Benson
exchanging rare objects snail mail
- Jane Williams
dolphin pod so much more to see without my camera
- Jane Williams
the cartoon clippings
she sends just for fun
spring birds
- Jennifer Hambrick
morning bird how he calls me beautiful
- Jennifer Hambrick
making angels
in the snow . . .
grandma and grandpa
- Jo Balistreri
whoopee another poetry acceptance
- Joan McNerney
a dozen red balloons
hang from the chandelier
his sixtieth
- Joanna M. Weston
I go to bed smiling
each night a flower
in my hair
- Kath Abela Wilson
reaching into a box
of mom's few last possessions
my poems about her
- Kath Abela Wilson
just this one flower
makes the whole room beautiful
red gladiola
- Katya Sabaroff Taylor
unpacking my suitcase your lunch this poem
- kjmunro
at the library
on the lowest shelf
picture books
- kjmunro
tumbling down the hill box of kids
- Laughing waters
writing again
playing piano again
healthy again
- Madeleine Cohen Oakley
dog park
in the morning sunshine
the bellbird's song
- Madhuri Pillai
sun after storm
flowers on the meadow
straightening up
- Marta Chocilowska
icy wind
the horse's warm breath
on my neck
- Martha Magenta
looking for a laugh
i see a mirror and pose
hello hello
- Marty Blue Waters
my great-grandson
always giggling
i never know why
- Mary Louise Church
snowbound —
a brand new novel
page one
- Mary Kendall
first snow —
a cheeky chickadee
breaks the peace
- Mary Kendall
on the telephone
my grandson's excited shriek
when he hears it's me
- Mimi Foyle
having a stroll — my daydreams and I
- Nina Kovacic
translated by Durda Vukelic Rozic
new passengers
in the subway train
a feather enters too
- Olivier Schopfer
secret garden
no sound but
the gurgle of the fountain
- Olivier Schopfer
my grown child declares
the best music is
in the oldies bin
- Pat Davis
winter green
the first sprout
from my hyacinth bulb
- Pat Davis
our initials
carved in a heart . . .
still smiling
- Pat Geyer
slow mornings — you laugh
and brush my tangling hair
right into my eyes
- Phoebe Shalloway
car window condensation
draw one smiley face
then a second so it's not lonely
- Phoebe Shalloway
emptied closet . . .
mother's old red robe again
in my arms
- Pris Campbell
checking the clock —
my friend's face appears
on skype
- Pris Campbell
first warm day
folding the breeze
into the sheets
- Rachel Sutcliffe
hopscotch
I play a game
with my inner child
- Rachel Sutcliffe
small brown wren
weighs on trembling aspen
vocalissimus
- Ron Scully
spring night
in my dream I am
awake and smiling
- Rosa Clement
kaleidoscope
my son shows me
another beauty
- Simon Hanson
strong wind gust —
cardinal atop a plum
lifts its crown and sings
- Stephen Page
1 nuthatch 1 titmouse 9 goldfinches
6 perches at the feeder
chaos!
- Sue Norvell
fall hike —
the crackle
of peanut brittle
- Theresa A. Cancro
waking
the robin's spirit
within me
- Tim Gardiner
happy birthday card
from the hardware store
farmer's nuts, bolts, and hoses
- Tricia Knoll
midnight kiss
New Year's Eve
and every night
- Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
patches of daffodils
around the city —
finally
- Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
winter dawn
butterflies gliding
in a dream
- Vibeke Laier
dancing with diana
gladys stevie smokey
motown sunrise
- Zee Zahava
pen: thank you for still having ink
- Zee Zahava
