A Trio of Autumn Haikus by Dannielle Viera

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A patchwork of leaves
blankets the soon-cooling earth.
Seeds sleep until spring.

Bonfire burns brightly,
melting marshmallows like snow.
I dance near the flames.

Red and orange leaves
warm the air of autumn days.
Gaia’s ardent gift.

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A Haiku poem by Jenny Erlanger

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Diamond-studded lace
shimmers in the sun shower,
spider’s artistry.

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Mid-Month Poetry Prompt

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HAIKU
A true Haiku is written in Japanese.
In English, it is created as a three-line poem. The first line has 5 syllables; second 7 syllables and third line has 5 syllables. No need for rhyme. A Haiku ideally captures a moment or essence of something in nature and indicates when that moment occurred (such as a season or time of day).

Your Haiku could be on any topic: a few words delivered thoughtfully.

Mumsie (Haiku) by Leigh van der Veen

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Gentle look giver

And of soft, knowing back pats

Loving, truth-teller.

Mumsie by Leigh van der Veen

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ANZAC Day (Haiku) by Leigh van der Veen

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Pinned on rosemary 
Cold vermillion sky at dawn 
Wreaths placed, hope for peace. 

ANZAC Day by Leigh van der Veen

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Teachers note: Rosemary grows wild on the Gallipoli peninsular. Australians wear rosemary to honour the sacrifice of service personnel.

Space (Haiku) by Madden

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A cold dark abyss
Multiple planets and stars
So much to explore

Space by Madden – Townsville Grammar School, North Shore

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Twin Lakes (Haiku) by Class 4L

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A beautiful tale
Hydrangeas and lush forests
Blue and green lakes lie.

Twin Lakes by Class 4L – Townsville Grammar School North Shore

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Teacher’s note: After reading a folk story about the Twin Lakes in Azores, we composed this poem as a class.

Spring Haiku’s by Virginia Lowe

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From the blue spring sky

hard hail and soft pink petals

falling together

 

Spring morning –

overnight the wind has picked

the last camellia