SLO Haiku 

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We asked for haiku, and you responded. Many thanks!

If you'd like to join the fun, send one to local writer and psychologist Steve Brody at [email protected], and yours could be in the next Artifacts haiku column (every third Thursday of the month). The next deadline is May 6.

 

To the sun you soar


open heaven's secret gate


return with new Spring

—Mary Anne Anderson, Cambria

 

Frostbitten leaf dreams

Of the emerald springtime,

Promises himself.

—Katherine Ottrando, SLO

 

Shaper of mountain


Filler of the ocean blue


Take a day to rest

—Scott Whitfield, Redwood City

 

Have I been absent?


A decade has passed and I


awakened wrinkled!

—Deborah Heartwood, Pismo Beach

 

The car stops then sits

taking a risk for peanuts

squirrels play chicken

—Steve Burgess, Santa Maria

 

What is this word "rest"?


Never heard of such a thing


Since I had my kid.

—Patrick Lin, Los Osos

 

New moon in Aries

Setting, early springtime eve,

See the Cheshire smile?

—John E. Reid, Atascadero

 

Love loss loneliness

Salty tears heart broken fear

Where do you go now?

—April McGill, Arroyo Grande

 

Just listen, Jill begged,

Then I wouldn’t have to yell.

Jeff wouldn’t hear it.

—Steve Brody, Cambria

 

Tim screamed at the sound

Of one hand clapping: a true

Narcissist’s nightmare.

—Steve Brody, Cambria